Conflicted

As she watched the scene before her, happiness and excitement swirled within her, mingled with another feeling. One she hadn't expected. She'd been part of that world once, and now, no longer. Why she left, she couldn't remember. All she knew now was that watching, she desired nothing more than to be part of it all once more.

Yet, it seemed in this case, as in many others before, that wants and desires were vastly different to the reality. It seemed a reunion was but a dream. One of those dreams one wishes with everything they had would come true. While on one hand, she desired a reunion with the world she'd once loved, on the other, so many reasons why a reunion couldn't take place seemed to present themselves like barriers suddenly blocking her path.

And so an internal battle of the mind ensued. Desires versus realities, wants versus happenings, what could be versus what will. An internal struggle, to which no end seemed apparent. It seemed the choices were this; accept what will be and what cannot be, or fight for what could be.

In varying shapes and forms, people have these battles of conscience every day, some big, others small. So, the question is, how important is it? The want versus the apparent reality? Is it worth fighting for? And most importantly, what will you do- accept or fight?

Winds Of Protection

Fiery, intimidating, confronting. Those may be some of the words one may use to describe him. Yet, while he seemed quite strong in character on the exterior, that's just his surface. There's something more there, if one were to take the time to delve deeper.

Truth be told, the tough, intimidating young man, behind closed doors, was really quite scarred. Having always been told "you're a fighter", he embraced this perceived persona following a time of great hurt and pain and slowly developed a tough, exterior shell, the intimidating, fiery, confronting man the outside world sees.

The cool breeze swirling around him as he goes about life, created by his purposeful energy reminds him of that awful night when the whole world felt like it had frozen over and it gets him fired up all over again and he moves on once more, repeating the cycle again.

Secretly, he hopes that someone will be able to make him pause and cool off, yet, any attempts at approach only seem to result in fear overtaking and he runs, petrified of getting hurt. He longs for someone patient. Someone who will persist long enough for him to give them a chance. Someone to help him learn to believe that not everyone in the world is bad.