The Color of Sacrifice
Contentment is the rat’s nest, it makes us weak and incapable. There comes a point when injustice and malice rear forth like raiders before the dawn. Those who plunder, spoil and are cruel enough to take prisoners for their amusement.
To the exhausted, pain takes a moment to process that it’s slavery. To the invested, pain is a call for ferocity to escape and stay ahead of the curve. Something more than survival.
It’s a call to take that blind leap of faith, so that we may see truth.
Injuries aren’t felt immediately and the damage may be obvious but when we push onward – we deny ourselves the moment to mourn. The moments of darkness that helps define our brightness.
The absence of color in the world only being measure in the black and white. A perception of positive and negative vibrations in a spawning pool of life.
In order to have the color we so seek, we have to sacrifice though at what cost is it? What price will have to be paid to have a world of gray and red? Will we have to hemorrhage for the sake of humanity or do we preserve presence of self while failing to adventure?
For that which we anticipate, we can never truly prepare for the damage to be dealt or the wound to be made so we can bleed and experience one of the finer points to perception.
We may see the red, knowing it to be more than blood: It’s rage, passion, love and freedom and it can flowing smoothly before settling to dark crimson.
So provided we survive the hurt, provided we don’t let ourselves fall apart, then we get to seal the wound and meditate on that which became our strength despite the weakness.
The heart is both the most powerful muscle and a limitation to the flesh made humanity. It helps to keep the mind balanced and the flesh alive. It also sends out like errant knights seeking the near unattainable but still it gets what it needs and through braving the world what it wants.
So despite the perceptions of heartache and damage know that if you still breath you’ve a chance to do something more than fate or destiny has prescribed for us.
When we bleed a little for the things we believe in, care about and refuse to give up on – the world becomes ours.