Tug of War

Sometimes I feel like there is a constant tug of war going on inside me. Back and forth back and forth. I;m so tired of being pulled one way and then the other. And I can't stop it. Sometimes it makes me sick. It makes me dizzy. Just when I think I've built up enough mental muscle to  pull all my weight to one side, I slip and fall. I loose my footing and my grip. I'm tired of the  mud slinging. I just want to start clean. But is this truly realistic in this life? Is it  possibe to just cut the rope? And then what happens? Is there growth, heartache or death? Who would have thought that this childhood game was preparation for the game of life. Good vs evil, wrong vs right, easy vs hard, rich vs poor, black vs white, happy vs sad, fat vs skinny, forgiveness vs biterness. Round and round we go on this gameboard of life, how many time have I landed on "Do not pass Go, Do not collect $200?" and just when I collect Boardwalk and Park Place with hotels on each, I go bankrupt. Maybe if there were more "Go to church or "pray" cards in the game there'd be less of a struggle. Or at least more chances to win.
Well one things for sure, we can't just QUIT playing the game. I don't know about you, but I'm going to keep hanging onto that rope, collecting my game pieces, running toward the checkered flag and pushing to get some more "go to church" and "Pray" cards.

Happy playing friends. Hugs


Leslie