A dark cave metaphor

(This is the reflection of my suffering and problem from the day of my birth)

I was born
In this dark cave
Out of nothing

There… varying things happened…
Monsters, snakes, goblins…
And conflict with other sworn heroic people…

So we separate ways…

I found out that my path’s lonely…
So I kept eating that purple mushroom out of boredom and bitterness…

It comforted me… nothing comforted me than this…

But then…

I got weaker…
Poisoned, stressed out, and having headaches…
I called for help…
Then people came and stared at me… but they refused to give me their light…
No one’s helping me even though they see the details… because I’m so pathetic…

So I plotted their destruction by throwing coals…
But there’s no one…
And I was left… burnt alone…
My hand… was burned…

My vengeance failed me…
Thus I go back to that purple mushroom and rubbing my hands with it in order to heal my burned hand…
But it then making the injury worse…
And worse…
And worse…

Then one voice led me… here…
In this refuge camp…
I then… magically… healed…
My hands were gradually healing themselves…

I thanked the voice… softly…

BUT THEN I REALIZE THAT I NEED DEFENSE… AND ENDURANCE VS MONSTERS… UNTIL I GET OUT OF THIS CAVE…

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Old wisdom- Where there’s a will, there’s a way. You will get out my friend.

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Yup. Endurance and perseverance… encourage each other… get out together out of cave and COMEBACK AS WARRIORS :angry: :fire:

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If you survive in the present moment. You cant Relapse because we only have the present moment & Decision is with you.
You decide what is going to help you.

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