Let me tell you a story. A story that should inspire and encourage while showing the true cruelties of Life. A story of great hope and of bright light.
Nine months ago the said "It can't happen to us." and went ahead and did it. A few moments of pleasure, then an eternity of suffering; a joyous suffering. One that only the gift of new Life brings. A small child that you can't help but to love because it is your own. Nine months ago they said "It can't happen to us."
Six months ago came the shock, it had happened to them. All the many beautiful dreams seemed to crumble into nothingness. A dark void from which no light could penetrate. All hope of Life seemed to disappear with the arrival of a new one. Six months ago came the shock, it had happened to them.
Four months ago came the blame. "It's all your fault!" she screamed.
"It was your choice to spread your legs!" the retaliation was harsh. Anger grew and led to hate. Hate grew and led to suffering. In suffering they stayed and lived there by choice; the new Life now lost in the midst of selfish thoughts. Four months ago came the blame.
Two months ago came acceptance. No longer did they have the energy to hate nor the will to suffer. Like a warm blanket it covered them, taking them beyond fear, beyond blame, beyond there own existence and to the one new Life. Two months ago came acceptance.
Last night came the Life. No longer did world or self matter. Just Life. The Life was good. Last night came the Life.