What is a sacrifice? Some say it is an offering, many times in blood given to a higher purpose or being. Others say is the act of self-neglect for contributing to a larger cause. The Merriam-Webster dictionary classifies it as “the act of giving up something that you want to keep in order to do something else.”
In the spirit of the latter, I am wondering how willing I am to make a sacrifice. Certainly, one cannot make it to 28 years of age being oblivious of the subject. Nevertheless, there is reluctance at taking a step forward. Like if the concept of loosing something in order to gain anything was embedded in pain. Or Grief. Or both.
Of course, is only natural the concept of giving something in order to receive something back. Like space. If you want an object to occupy a determined space, whatever is on it must be pushed out in order to make room. We must exhale to inhale afterwards. Then, I ask again, why is it so difficult to trade some things?
The only explanation I can find is the inherent avarice within all imperfect human beings. We want everything effortlessly. As if the concept of loosing implied an enormous amount of defeat and shame. As an ode of our ancestors ringing in our ears, scolding our decisions. Imagining a deprecatory stare by a random passerby, as if the sole act of choosing was a heretic manifesto.
Yet, regardless of impressions, it is necessary.
Of course, the paragraphs above refer to certain decisions, encountered few times in a lifetime. If that was true to all aspects of human nature, there would no such things as imports, sales, tradeshows, currency trading, and my personal favorite, online commerce.
My father used to say that the three more important decisions a person has to take in their life were which God to serve, whom to marry and what to study. I am in quandary towards the third. As someone who professes a different career than that majored at university, I see the matter in a different light. On the former two, my old man and I concur.
That being said, those might be the most important, but they do not posses the exclusivity of significance. There are others that are worth mentioning.
When I first starting typing the text above, I had a very different mindset than the one driving this barrage of words. An acknowledgment must be made to clarify my current intention. It is to make an exposé on a very recent revelation, while resuming a deliberation on sacrifice.
Today, my world seemed to stop and crumble for a moment. Is amazing the power of a few words can contain. The good book says on James 3:5 “So, too, the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it makes great brags. See how small a fire it takes to set a great forest ablaze!” I can bare witness to the scripture.
It serves no purpose to further discuss the content of those words, for the matter at hand is its aftermath. As an amateur boxer, I have been punched on the celiac plexus many times. The feeling of un-abled respiration persists after a few minutes. It takes a trained and skillful fighter to propitiate that kind of pain. Words, not even spoken, but written, have had a similar effect for over 6 hours.
Yet, that is very little compared to the feeling of impotence. It is by far worse than any amount of pain. It is excruciating. Numbing every limb on my body. Diverting my focus from more impending tasks. Turning every bit of my life into a wild-ride rollercoaster of defeating thoughts.
Light seems to fade away from my life. The person I love the most in this planet does not feel the same. “What is going on? What have I done wrong? How can I make things right? Will I ever see her again? Will she respond if I hug her and promise we’ll never be apart? Is this the end?”
Despite my journalistic expertize, my domain of the written language is insufficient to express the horror the last questions casts upon me. My worse fear condensed in 5 simple words.
This is not my first rodeo, though. I have been on the canvas before. Just like a in fight, I have ten seconds to get back on my feet. Life, as boxing, offers second opportunities.
Returning to the topic of sacrifices, I will have to make one. For it to be profitable, the object or cause to gain must be of similar or higher value than that lost. In such case, a transaction pays its dividends.
Will it be worth it? Consider, I might be throwing away everything I have achieved so far, for no guarantees. I will have to wait until the situation continues to unfold. But, what good does my life serves if I do not have her by my side to share it? Absolutely nothing! So, I will trade my entire livelihood to be near her. A price I pay gladly, and it’ll be worth it, because maybe I will get her back.
In the spirit of the latter, I am wondering how willing I am to make a sacrifice. Certainly, one cannot make it to 28 years of age being oblivious of the subject. Nevertheless, there is reluctance at taking a step forward. Like if the concept of loosing something in order to gain anything was embedded in pain. Or Grief. Or both.
Of course, is only natural the concept of giving something in order to receive something back. Like space. If you want an object to occupy a determined space, whatever is on it must be pushed out in order to make room. We must exhale to inhale afterwards. Then, I ask again, why is it so difficult to trade some things?
The only explanation I can find is the inherent avarice within all imperfect human beings. We want everything effortlessly. As if the concept of loosing implied an enormous amount of defeat and shame. As an ode of our ancestors ringing in our ears, scolding our decisions. Imagining a deprecatory stare by a random passerby, as if the sole act of choosing was a heretic manifesto.
Yet, regardless of impressions, it is necessary.
Of course, the paragraphs above refer to certain decisions, encountered few times in a lifetime. If that was true to all aspects of human nature, there would no such things as imports, sales, tradeshows, currency trading, and my personal favorite, online commerce.
My father used to say that the three more important decisions a person has to take in their life were which God to serve, whom to marry and what to study. I am in quandary towards the third. As someone who professes a different career than that majored at university, I see the matter in a different light. On the former two, my old man and I concur.
That being said, those might be the most important, but they do not posses the exclusivity of significance. There are others that are worth mentioning.
The Battle
When I first starting typing the text above, I had a very different mindset than the one driving this barrage of words. An acknowledgment must be made to clarify my current intention. It is to make an exposé on a very recent revelation, while resuming a deliberation on sacrifice.
Today, my world seemed to stop and crumble for a moment. Is amazing the power of a few words can contain. The good book says on James 3:5 “So, too, the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it makes great brags. See how small a fire it takes to set a great forest ablaze!” I can bare witness to the scripture.
It serves no purpose to further discuss the content of those words, for the matter at hand is its aftermath. As an amateur boxer, I have been punched on the celiac plexus many times. The feeling of un-abled respiration persists after a few minutes. It takes a trained and skillful fighter to propitiate that kind of pain. Words, not even spoken, but written, have had a similar effect for over 6 hours.
Yet, that is very little compared to the feeling of impotence. It is by far worse than any amount of pain. It is excruciating. Numbing every limb on my body. Diverting my focus from more impending tasks. Turning every bit of my life into a wild-ride rollercoaster of defeating thoughts.
Light seems to fade away from my life. The person I love the most in this planet does not feel the same. “What is going on? What have I done wrong? How can I make things right? Will I ever see her again? Will she respond if I hug her and promise we’ll never be apart? Is this the end?”
Despite my journalistic expertize, my domain of the written language is insufficient to express the horror the last questions casts upon me. My worse fear condensed in 5 simple words.
This is not my first rodeo, though. I have been on the canvas before. Just like a in fight, I have ten seconds to get back on my feet. Life, as boxing, offers second opportunities.
Returning to the topic of sacrifices, I will have to make one. For it to be profitable, the object or cause to gain must be of similar or higher value than that lost. In such case, a transaction pays its dividends.
Will it be worth it? Consider, I might be throwing away everything I have achieved so far, for no guarantees. I will have to wait until the situation continues to unfold. But, what good does my life serves if I do not have her by my side to share it? Absolutely nothing! So, I will trade my entire livelihood to be near her. A price I pay gladly, and it’ll be worth it, because maybe I will get her back.
