I remember back in my old apartment there was always this nail sticking out of the middle of the carpet floor. I didn't have a hammer proper, so I couldn't pull it out, but I had this metal box cutter that I used like a hammer and pounded it in whenever the mood struck me or I stepped on it and it hurt me (just a little — never blood). However many times, though, that I would pound it in flat to the floor, it seemed that I would just turn around and then it would be poking back out again. I guess just walking about the room (it was a studio apartment) tugged at it so that it would stick out — always. It would forever be a sore spot.
Some things are like that nail. You keep pounding them back in, and just the normal course of daily activity will end up tugging it back out again. Every once in a while, I am reminded that I have suffered from madness. The little cartoons in my head start acting up again. I fight it, like pounding that nail back into the ground, but the buffeting of the normal course of everyday events makes it every once in a while stick out right in the path of my tread, right into my heel. Ouch. Sure, I'd like it if that nail never poked out again, but that's life, right? It's not perfect, but it's good enough that we face it and then we can move on, at least for a stretch.
Every once in a while, I'll step on that nail, sticking out again, so I'll grab my metal box cutter and pound it back in. It's not too bad, if I come to think of it. Really, everything should be so simple.
SAMMY
3:49am friday, 7th june
I know what you mean! Stress contributes to my madness. Every once in a while, on a stressful day, those old thoughts try to rise to the surface. With me it has been an ongoing battle. I just tell satan where he can go, and I remember from where the Lord has brought me. Great entry!! Keep writing!
SAMMY
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