The Fog

I was walking through a heavy fog. I could tell there was light from somewhere in the distance, but had no idea where or what the source was. It appeared close at first but the longer I walked the further away it seemed. I couldn't make out any of the shadows around me. They also seemed far in the distance, but I wasn't concerned with any of that. All i wanted was to find the light. I thought maybe if I could find it I would then be able to see some sort of direction. After all that is what Ive always wanted most in my life. I was pretty sure that I was alone but couldn't help but think that others were here too, walking through this same fog as I was. Maybe I would run into on of them along the way and we could finish this journey together. The funny thing was that I had no memory of this place (as most dreams are usually connected to something in our past) I wasn't scared or anything, no real emotion at all, only the desire to understand what was happening. Even though no real thoughts were going through my mind, if I were to begin to think of anything it was if my mind was swept blank. Almost like when you are gonna say something and completely forget what it was. it was all very interesting to me, but at the same time I wasn't very interested at all. I just walked aimlessly through the fog toward some light in the distance. finally one of the shadows started to take shape. it was a park bench. So was I in a park? I couldn't help but think that the point wasn't "where" I was but "why" I was there. I sat on that bench, blank mind at hand, for what was probably hours. I had no desire to move. I could still see that light, but I realized this bench was here for me for a reason and I would continue to be in this place until I figured that out...

Not saying that I have found that figurative "light" at the end of the tunnel (so to speak) but I do know that I am a lot closer. God sat me on that bench alone (so it seemed) so that i could come to a realization and see into my own heart with his eyes. By stepping away from my known life for a while I was able to be refined through affliction. Maybe, I'm not the only one walking through a fog and I suppose each of us find our own way through eventually.