The Egg

Coming into this life was like a fresh egg, complete but delicate.  Everyone wants to hold you and they take very good care of you to ensure you don’t break.

 Over the years, of my youth, I was given lessons, thoughts, and feelings from the outside world, which kind of cooked me and made me Hard boiled. Still a little delicate, but harder so I could live in this world.   

Once I became an adult, I started coloring my egg with pictures, stickers, awards, family, etc.   I was completely covered with beautiful things, like a wonderful Easter Egg.  Wow...I thought to myself, look at me and what I have made of myself.  I am Great….

Then this bad day came along, and my egg hit the ground.  The shell was completely broken and my beautiful egg was not so great.  All I could do was cry about my beautiful egg and all the years of hard work making it so wonderful.  My focus stayed on that broken shell for sometime, just trying to think about what happened or can I put it back together…

Then I took a closer look.  Under the shell was something else, it had a crack too, so I opened it up and looked deep inside.  Then I saw it, deep within me was a bright yellow ball full of light and love and it was surrounded with a healing white light.  No longer did I worry about the old shell, I discovered I was more wonderful deep inside then that shell ever was and my core being was protected all the time…