I see a young barefooted man wandering through a catacomb, having to be careful which direction he took. The minute he entered, he knew that there were several paths he could take, and that if he was not careful, he could, very easily fall in to the self-destructive side of things, which would make his journey take that much longer. But, he knew that by taking his time, he would be able to make the right choices and eventually end up on the positive side.
As he shined his lantern to the left, he noticed a slippery slope. The closer he got to the edge, he recognized that slope as impulsive. He seemed to remember sliding down this embankment on several occasions. Each time he did, his journey seemed to be over before it started. Cautiously he moved past that portion and on to the next.
To the right he saw a bubbling green pool. It looked very inviting. He was just about to test the waters and realized that this pool was probably very deep and might be hard to escape, even if he were to just dip his toe in. Just a little exposure to jealously and envy can suck you in without even knowing it. No. He needed to move on.
In the shadows of the darkness, he could hear whispers. The words were not clear, but he was curious to know where these voices were coming from. He walked quietly towards the conversation and stopped in his tracks when he heard the tone. He had seen what gossip could do to all involved and was terrified to get caught up in anything that had to do with being critical or judgmental. He was relieved that he was able to sneak past that cavern and was one step closer to what he was hoping to find.
After a small detour around self-doubt, almost immediately he was faced with a series of obstacles from the past. As he prepared for a fight, he realized that these obstacles were no more than his imagination getting the best of him. He told himself that these obstacles were things that had already been dealt with long ago. Right or wrong, none of them should still exist. He closed his eyes and pushed through to the other side. He looked behind, once he was on solid ground again, just to make sure that had let each thing go and nothing else would hinder him from moving forward.
Still shaken from the first part of his trek, he was contemplating finding a safe place to rest. He was weary from what he had faced already and not sure he could go on much further. But then he saw it. A light. Not just a light, but a bright light that changed colors as he got closer. He picked up his pace and knew that all of his efforts to this point had not been wasted. He knew that he was within reach of finding what he had been searching for, for so long. As he reached the amazing light, he touched the small particles in the air and splashed them on his face. The light instantly filled his soul and he knew that he had finely found what had been buried under years of guilt and self -sabotage. He knew for sure that he would never have to make this difficult journey again.
He exited the catacomb of his mind a changed person. Leaving all of the negative, self-destructive, bad behavior behind and making the choice to hold on to what was good. He felt alive. No longer would he stifle patience, responsibility, strength and self-confidence. He chose to build on the foundation that he had been laying his entire life. Nothing was going to stop him from being the person he knew he could be. He made the choice to deal with things as they came and to never ignore those ugly thoughts and ideas to the point where they overtook what was right and real.
The boy was so happy that he did not give up. That he trusted what he knew was inside him and was strong enough to move aside what was preventing it from shining through. From now on he would be patient and kind, responsible and dependable. He would take one day, one thing and one-act at a time. He would never wander off the path he knew he should be on, no matter how tempting it was. He was no longer afraid.