Dead and Gone

Today was an interesting day, but I must start off by writing something different.

There's a boy who had the faith he could move a mountain. This boy grew up a fearless little boy and had all the confidence in the world; he was driven to succeed, even though it might be far fetched. Growing up, this boy might not have gotten the attention that he needed, seeing that he was sandwiched in between, somewhere in the middle, all the time. Appearing as, though, a happy kid, most of the time, this boy made his journey through the first decade of his life as that adorable kid that everyone loves to be around. As most people have it, when they enter the ripe ages of their teens, they begin to change and grasp their view upon life in a new way. Unlike many kids in this modern generation, this boy, however, did not get the aid he needed as he began to take his side on the many places that values and beliefs have in our world; thus, everything the boy grew into, was something that spelled a disaster somewhere down the road. Years past, while people's eyes have passed this boy, by accident, many times. Being liberated in your own thoughts and platforms at such a young age, the boy was able to live life at his own free will.

I started to notice that there might be something wrong with the way the boy was developing: the way he viewed life, the attitude he possesses, the unrealistic goals that he is so firm in his belief that he could achieve, all of this lead to someone who had become so full of himself. When a child develops and grows psychologically by themselves in a majority of their life, their world and horizons are really small, and that is exactly the case of this little boy. As someone who is blessed to observe this boy so often, I could only see him going up and up until he falls down causing capital damage to his ego. The pride that was possessed by this boy can be paralleled to unconditional love; there was absolutely nothing the boy believed was wrong with himself and he didn't care. This boy learned to become so full of himself that it was as if he was a god: everything he said would automatically become truth, he got what he wanted, and what he says, goes. Things got so bad, it was as if there is nothing, of authority, that was above this boy.

What the boy didn't realize was that the world did not revolve around him. I wanted to help. I wanted to bring this boy back down to earth so he can see that he is not the king, that there is more to life than his ego. I prayed for wisdom. I prayed so that I could be of help and not have to watch him go higher and higher, because I knew that there would be one day that he will come crashing down; the higher he goes, the harder he'll fall, when it does happen.

I do have to give props, however, to the boy, because with the confidence he possessed, he was a very driven character. His self-value is beyond any that you and I may think, leading him to believe that he is able to achieve what only five percent of the world has done. When I was first told of this dream that he had, it was as if I was being pranked upon. There was no way I could come to accept that this boy thinks he is worthy of such a high status, but he was serious.

Then, finally one day, reality struck the boy as if lightning struck an unsuspecting person who is only trying to get home from the storm. All throughout the boy's life, there were certain restrictions that he could not help, which would prevent him from achieving that goal he so desired when he decided he would. This reality hits hard like a cat into a brick wall, but was so obvious that it was missed when he first believed. As these restrictions grow, the boy's dream grow fainter and fainter because his restrictions wouldn't allow him to be as effective at his job. In fact, it even inhibits his ability to do this task as regular people do, let alone, take this task to a higher level. Normally, you would think that because of this growing inhibition, you will come to be thankful for what you have, since afterall, it takes one to know the other. But this wasn't the case for the boy. The boy's ego got the better of him and took him even higher and forced him into hating those who like to practice their ability to choose. It seems that there is no end to what, and how high, this boy will instill onto himself, the deadly disease called pride.

At last, factual proofs came in, one day, confirming that this boy will not be able to reach his dream because of the level that his restrictions lead him to. In one, what seems to be, a huge collapse, the boy did what he would've laughed at, if someone else did in front of him: be humbled. This break down, to me, appeared as if the day finally got brighter for this boy. The boy finally came to realizing that he is only human, and the higher you go, the harder you fall, when you're careless. So now, the boy may have finally realized that he cannot be greater than what he is capable of. To be humbled, for anyone, is usually an embarrassing time of your life, because you must come to realize the mistake you have made, and what it did to you, and everyone gets their turn to be humbled.

From now on, the boy, again, is blessed with the choice to either try to build himself up like he did before, or to live a more open life and learn to be the man God wants him to be. Whichever path is chosen, his old self is dead and gone; whether or not he tries to recreate his past, is his choice.