salt and wounds

Life no matter how you look at it whether as a journey or a battle will always give you adversity, trials and obstacles. Even the Lord Himself tells us that life will never be easy and this trials we are all facing will mold us into a person of strength and of character, wherein the process can be truly painful. No great warrior went home from a battle without any bruises and even wounds. Some even died on the mission or killed in action while others are wounded for life. Each of us have our own battles that will need some compassion from any of us.

"At some point in our life we get to a crossroad that will require us to choose which path to take. Sometimes we choose the one that seems easy to us only to find out that its a sharp turn you made. You can look back but you can never turn back. You may wonder what if you took the other road but you can never live on it. So, you play with the cards that you have and travel the road that you chose. It was a dirt road, ugly, steep and uneven. But what the heck?! Its your choice, so you proudly walk to it albeit the cuts and wounds you get. You fell, the pain knocked you off, cuts you even more enough to open your heart out, you crawled until you get to stand up again, limping in pain you started to walk some more.
Along the road you get to meet a black butterfly just when you're about to pass out from all the blood you've lost, feeling dizzy from the hurts and your pain you made an effort to hear what that butterfly was saying. Only to knock you off deeper to your grave itself. Her wings slapped your face left and right, then another left and right until you can no longer hold your neck straight. Spit on you a poisonous liquid that painfully runs through the rest of your remaining blood, slowly breaking you down into pieces. Is it painful? How does it feel? What does it taste? Is it sour? Bitter? Or does the pain numbs all of your senses? Do you feel it? Or can you still feel it? When the salt spread generously in all of your open wounds, does it feel anything?
You shut your eyes too tight and savour the pain. Intensely tearing your soul apart, then you breathe-- slowly...and you keep on breathing until you feel you're still alive! You open your eyes once more and seen the black butterfly has gone. Left you with nothing...but a broken spirit."

We never know what battles each of us are facing? What kind of road the other one traveled? How did he get all his wounds, bruises and the other questions that the naked eye cannot see nor answer. Words can heal or break a person even more. It can heal or it can kill. Words spoken out of love and compassion can bring a person up no matter how dead he seems to be.
We are all part of one body and should remain as one body. None of us are enemy of the other but a comrade who should fight for one another.
We may not have all the money or material things that can make another person live comfortably, but we have hearts to love enormously and kind words to soothe every wounds of each other's soul. Wounds no matter how small they are is already painful as it is. Adding salt to an already open wounds is an abnormal thing to do, unless you consider yourself barbaric.
You too may travel the wrong road, may get cut, bruised and wounded. Walk on and keep walking, when you pass on a black butterfly...smile and say "my wounds would be just fine, thanks for the salt but its the sugar i need."