When woven rope becomes the thing in which you use to climb instead of a game of tug of war you can never win.
When the force of your own stubborn grip, leaves your hands completely scraped raw and scarred, baring the honest resemblance of all the reasons why you should no longer hold on.
You bare it.
Bare the familiar sting and you accept the nature of the injury as some sort of everyday comfort you breath in and out suffocating, as if the discomfort that was trying to tell you something worth learning wasn’t enough.
Pain whispers little grains of salt into your wounds challenging your heart’s threshold.
Did you learn?
Did you even listen?
When the illusion of the fruitful climb, is really the laws of gravity telling you the higher you climb, the harder you’ll fall.
When truth smacks you dab right in front of your face and tells you it’s who you climb for… more than why you climb.
Know the difference my dear.
Know that you can climb a mole hill or an entire mountain for someone and they still wouldn’t appreciate your efforts if they fail to appreciate you.
Here’s the thing, you have the be the reason you climb. Let the reason be you – For when you hold on, you know you’re holding on to your needs.
Respect yourself enough so that your knees won’t fall to beg, you will fall because you needed to learn and the rope was there all along to help you pull yourself up not intended to tie you down.
Is that enough reason for you to let go when it’s no longer worth holding on?
Or will you just loosen the grip until the pain forces your hand to release?
Will you release? Or will you wait for the pain to release you?
Whether the rope is used as a noose, the pull, or the climb: How hard you stubbornly choose to hold on, how gracefully you choose to let go, or how determined you are to use it for the climb… is for you to decide.
That’s the beauty and also the beast: Our decision is always our own to make.
So learn the ropes and use it accordingly.