A young girl sits on her blue crochet bed spread, and wonders why? Why am I on Earth? What is my purpose? She has been asking herself this question for months. Finally she asks god,
“God, what is my purpose on earth?” Moments later, she finds herself falling into the abyss. As she falls she makes out the silhouette of a man. More floating instead of falling he speaks,
“Child, those who ask questions, only fall deeper. Be patient, the answer will come.” With that the man leaves.
The young girl still keeps falling, thinking of the bewildering reply the man gave. She came to the conclusion that the man was God, that she was not really falling, she was sleeping. In her mind she was falling, and in theory she was falling; lost deep in her mind with her own mystifying questions that she can’t stop. Her mind-boggling concerns that just won’t shut up.
Years later, the Girl is tired of falling. All questions faded or forgotten in her mind. The girl tries escaping. She finds her self in a dark room. She glances around nervously. Finally she looks up, to see from where she was falling. She sees picture frames of all her memories. Of all her questions. Realization dawns on the mature girl. She must answer her own questions, not wait for the answer. She must climb out of her hole and answer every single question herself. That second, she starts her climb.
To move forward, you must first move backward.
