There is a question of being loyal and deciding that some things are best left. It may not be in one's nature to completely move on and live a different life, but when one finds that every time they are around certain people they are beat up, pushed down, or highly discouraged, it makes one think that it is just better all around to not come back. Sure we all want to help those in need, to be that spotlight in their dark, cold world, but what is dying inside of us if we remain among such thorns that won't do anything to help the garden grow? Do we reside near them to be choked and scratched, clinging desperately to the daylight hoping that the thorns will grow softer? How much blood must we lose before we realize that it is better to just move on? Maybe the fight is not truly a fight though. Maybe we are meant to remain, bruised, bloodied, and beaten, crawling across the floor, sliding along on our own tears. Maybe by the end of the crawl the thorns will realize what exactly they did and how if they do not grow, their murderous ways will only kill everyone they care about. That is, if they truly do care.
We all have the potential to be thorns. To scratch and wound those we care about. We are in close proximity to so many people that we must learn to have compassion and to be understanding no matter how hurt we are by that person or even how jealous we are of them. Just like we can all be thorns we also have the potential to be beautiful flowers, uplifting and encouraging people always. People should want to be in our gardens. Let's not chase them away by meaningless things, no matter how punctured you feel.
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