Post by Pisti on Dec 6, 2011 4:26:11 GMT -5
"Broken Toys: A Devotee's Perspective"
As she opens the door to the dusty old attic, she has no idea what to expect. For so long she has been unable to climb the steps; forbidden from walking through that door.
As she steps inside for the first time, she feels a weight being lifted off her shoulders, not because she has finally stepped in, but because she finally can. For once in her life, she has the choice. She can feel that there is something magical in this room. Even though she has all day, there is a sense of urgency, a fear of being caught. It’s not that there is anything wrong with being in this room, but most people would never dream of venturing up here. That is all it has been for her so far, just a dream. It is a room full of sadness, change, resurrection, fear, happiness, and even anger. For some strange reason, one that she is not quite comfortable with, this room makes her happy. There is something intriguing and even arousing about being in this room.
She wanders through, glancing in the dusty boxes; so far nothing has captured her interest. Some of the objects are too broken, the potential is gone. There is no light in their eyes, no warmth to be found. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a box, a box that is different from all the rest. This is it, this is what she has been waiting so long for.
As she opens the box, her heart skips a bear. As she gazed upon all of these broken toys, she saw the life and vitality within them. Most people would pass these toys over, thinking there was nothing left, no life left within. She knew better though. It was this “brokenness” that she loved about them. Often, she felt ashamed, guilty even… part of her still did.
As she surveyed all of these beautiful, special toys, there was one in particular that caught her eyes. There he was, this beautiful being. There was something about him, something that made her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was the toy that she was meant to find. She understood that there was a reason that she had not been allowed in the attic before. Others may have found it difficult to love a toy like this, but here he was waiting here for her, ready to forever be a part of her life. She hoped that the other toys with missing and broken toys would find someone like her to call their own.
True, true...
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