Confidence is something that is hard for many individuals. Most of us have our own insecurities that we try to hide and let the dwell and boil inside our veins. I am no exception to that. Over the years, there have been countless of things that have filled my being with self-doubt making me feel like the dust that is under our bed that we all neglect.
There once was a shadow who grew from a fire within
I know I have been rather hard on you lately
December. Loved by many. Hated by just as many. To those who love it, it's a time where it's a winter wonderland—full of wonder and adventure. However, for us, less fortunate souls, 'tis the season that causes the most stress—everything from the bone-chilling temperatures (at least compared to what summer months bring) to finals approaching if you're a student to money issues due to dwindling funds because it's the end of the year and the holiday season to sickness that just seems to hit all of us at some point.
Life is a mess and often times that mess can overwhelm us. That can be said for the best moments and the absolute worst. The goal of this reading though is to touch on those worst moments when we get so caught up in what is going wrong or what could go wrong that we forget to take care of ourselves.
I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.—Samwise Gamgee