to do hard things is where the ”gold” is found in life

to feel pain increase rather than decrease even though you know what you are doing is right

to have emotion burst forth that is impossible to contain, caring little what others may think

to wear the hollow eyes of night passing without sleep

when the sound of laughter has long been forgotten

herein lies the truth and joy of life

having met and accepted the challenge, one ventures forth after appraising the situation with the mental capacity available at that time

gathering all the courage you can muster and borrow, you go, realizing you might not be headed in the right direction, the validity of the set course is strengthened or corrected as the first rays of the morning pierce the clouds and spear your soul

your legs straighten and you raise your head in respect and defiance as you board the raft made from the branches of past trails passed to cross the ”River of Hope”, poling your way across……………….seeing a glimpse of the road you have been pushing towards

as you secure the raft……………………you look forward to the challenge and mystery of the journey and the strength of your faith clears the road

life would not be cumulative without the will to accept, embrace and do hard things……………………………………………………………………………………go