Sometimes things happen that are out of your control. It's so easy to
have everything lie like a fragile balancing act in your hand. Then
suddenly, you trip on the path of life. Whoosh. It flies into pieces.
Your homework in one direction. Sports in another. Familial life
tumbles to the ground. Your heart shatters in pieces. Emotions run
awry as you try to pick everything up. But that doesn't really work.
You see, whenever you grab one piece, you lose grasp of the last one
that you took hold of.
Nothing seems to work. Nothing is in
control. They're worse than the Cornish Pixies in Harry Potter. You
can't seem to catch anything. They evade you with evil delight. And
soon, they're farther apart then ever.
Everything's going in the
wrong direction, spreading out to the point where you can never get your
life back in control. The peaces of your life fly apart. If you're a
grammar Nazi, a spelling Nazi, or a real Nazi (i hope this isn't the
case :P) you probably noticed that i said peaces. Not pieces. Peaces.
But there's a reason for that. The perfect life is peace. Now
when a pot is broken, there is pottery across the floor. Such is the
same with peace. When it is shattered, peace becomes peaces.
Now
most of us are striving towards summer, and if you're life is anything
like mine, peaces are flying everywhere. It's not just one thing. It's
everything.
I'm listening to a Torrey lecture right now. I have
twp essays and seven to nine math lessons/tests due on Friday. I just
finished my Torrey term paper after slaving away in a six square foot
corner of our car for three days. I'm tired. And homework may make my
grave before seventy-two hours are up.
I'm completely out of
shape from studying. I haven't had time to practice basketball, shoot
some hoops, or touch my foil in ages. I almost dread going back to
sports. What if I can't play them anymore? It will be painful to go
back to the rigorous schedule being completely out of shape.
People
have unknowingly hurt me. It wasn't meant to be at my expense. But it
hurt me still. And sometimes, when one needs people, they aren't
always there.
Next year still seems up in the air. Plans are not
set in stone for the things that I highly care about. I don't know
what's going on. And I may not find out till next year. I hate being
in the dark. It bothers me and stresses me out.
Imagine a pot
dropping from the sky. It spins, sunlight glinting off its golden brown
hues. It turns once. Twice. Falling evermore. But it has to hit the
ground sometimes. And when the pot meets the floor, pots turn to
pottery. Peace turns to peaces. Both fly in the air. Too far and too
broken, to shattered for anyone to make whole once more.
Perhaps
we think that the summer is coming. A time for us to recuperate, to
turn our peaces back to peace. For teenagers, for kids, summer appears
to be our time. Our time to rule.
However, I can tell you for a
fact, peaces won't turn to peace just becomes its the summer. Peaces
cannot ever turn to peace. You can piece your heart, your sanity, your
life back together. But that won't work. It never, ever will.
Peaces can never turn to peace.
Not on your watch.
One
cannot fix anything, let alone everything. The peaces shall float
away, farther and farther with every attempt to turn peaces to peace.
There's only one person who can turn peaces back to peace. And its not you.
It's
easy to realize it's not you who can stop the peaces from flying. But
the question is will you let him piece your peace back together? Will
you hand him your heart to make it whole? Will you give him your brain,
to stop the ache? Will you trust him with your sanity to make you
sane?
Peaces can never turn to peace.
Not on your watch.
