I feel as a boy that has been put to the trial of pushing a rock with all his might. So I make my stance and push with all my strength. Completely focused on the moment. The energy that is being put out by my body, my mind and all of my self. All of this, just to realize that the rock, the world, the trials, stand as if I had not put any effort into it. The sun rises and sets. The night passes as I rest, exhausted from a day in which I have failed to meet my task. Morning comes, I step to the place where the marks of my feet are from the previous day. I stand before the rock and I continue to push harder and harder. The heat builds up all over my body. The discomfort in my arms and legs build up more and more. My mind losing focus on the task. Yet I continue to push. Trying to move the weight of the rock. the minutes pass, then hours, and before I know it the day is now gone. As my body aches, I lean against the rock and fall to the ground. Attempting to catch my breath and regain some strength to carry on. Everything goes dark.
Day after day, I strive to be succesfull in my attemp to overcome this trial. Such a long time that I lose track of how long I have been there. Weeks, months, maybe years. My body has started to change form, adjusting to the trial. My arms have grown thicker. Broader shoulders and thighs that are ripped from every fiber that is put to the fiery trial. Its not until I have fully understood, the rock is not meant to be moved. The world and trials are not made to be changed, nor to be made easier. But to make me better, stronger, smarter, and to bring out the full potential that has been put in me as a boy. Now I stand firm, as a man of God is supposed to be. I have stood my ground, firm as a rock.