Everybody has opinions. Some well-thought out, and some that could use a little more work to complete them. For example, political views is a good place to start. Some people know exactly where they stand relative to the political spectrum, while others may need to do a little more research on current issues and how they feel about them. But what if I asked you this, have you ever been so sure about something, that nothing could ever change your opinion? Now your answer may vary from mine, but in my experience I have certainly had those types of opinions. In fact, I'd go ahead and say that I have multiple opinions that no one, regardless of what they had to say, could change the way I felt about someone or something.
Life has a funny way of exposing those opinions and feelings at what seems like the most inopportune of times. It seems that everyday we are faced with choices that either strengthen or weaken those feelings or beliefs. It is so critical to be able to recognize the times that we are being tested, and in those times, we must be at our personal best. At any given time an opportunity may reveal itself and just as quickly as it appears, it may escape our very grasp never to be heard of again. Because of this, we must never become comfortable, we must be on our heels in this world. Not just for ourselves, but for our brothers and sisters who also, are being tested in similar ways. Iron sharpens iron, and so we too must sharpen each other so that we may not become dull and ineffective. Finding ways to sharpen ourselves so that we are constantly at our finest is a must.
I recently found myself in a situation I had been in a few times before. A situation that I absolutely love to be in. Where my hopes and fantasies let loose and I become lost in them, only to be rudely awakened by reality's call. It seems that every time I am in the presence of this hope, my expectations are crushed again and again. But again and again I find myself falling for the same traits, smiles, laughs and talk of love. I know that things are the way they are, and I'm not fussing about the cards I've been handed, but the wonder and curiosity of the simple question, "What would it look like if I was here?" This thought quietly looms in the back of my mind. When the miles increase between me and the thought, the thought slowly quiets itself, but never quite goes away. It survives from memories, and distant images, that create the illusion of her presence, but I am quickly reminded of the inconvenient reality. This thought, this feeling, this high opinion, is one that will never change. It will never rot, it will never be altered, since the day this feeling appeared, it has never changed. So why would it change now?
