Prisoner of Thought

Water has always been an element that combated with a never-ending love/hate with itself. Its dual nature can heal, but also bring destruction. It can't be labeled nor it's traits be compared to anything else. It is absolutely unique.

From the very first droplet,  it was quite remarkable. It has the power to nourish and revive. It can bring life to the desolate. It can be used as a gateway to other lands. It can be contained and controlled and utilized for amazing things. On the opposite end of the spectrum though, it can tear apart the sturdiest of structures. It can overflow. It can decimate. It can penetrate the tiniest space, and with just a trickle, it can take over with rampant force and disregard for the things in its path. Water can be contained, however, it can also find a way out. It is as loved as it is feared. When it was needed, it was shown appreciation and acknowledged as a gift from the gods. When it was not, it was blamed, and soaked up, and displaced, and shown a level of dislike usually reserved for the truly awful things in this world.

Water felt at war with itself and struggled with itself. It tried to be just enough. It found that this was not possible. It was either too little or way too much. Without realizing it, the two sides of Water had started a battle against the other. Before long, a war came to pass. There was so much doubt and blame and mistrust within and huge pieces of itself started to waste away. Its energy started to weaken and lose the desire to exist. It didn't care to be something so wild. So unpredictable. So impulsive.

When given the opportunity to question the creator, it did so.

"Why did you make me as I am? I don't know where I belong. I'm loved for half of what I am, and hated for the half I can't change. Nothing in this world accepts me completely. How can I continue, knowing that my place in this world is only acceptable as long as I control what I have no chance at controlling?"

The creator took in a deep breath, and a single tear rolled down. It fell, landing on the dirt, and it was quickly absorbed.

"My friend...Countless eons of time were spent on planning when I first imagined you. Your birth took more time and effort than anything else I've made. You were never meant to conform. You were meant to be wild. Carefree. Reckless. Clean. Unyielding. Beautiful. Because I had nothing to compare you to, you are now and will always be an anomaly. The fact that you are at odds about who you are means that you've listened to others negativity, which almost made you lose yourself. You will never be completely understood because understanding something without limits can't be done. You are every possibility. You are the answer. Those lucky enough to have you may never appreciate you, and those who live without you will never see you beyond their own needs. The reason I entrusted you with such a gift is because you are the only one who could handle this struggle. You are going to battle yourself as long as you believe there is something to battle. When you accept that you are perfect as you are, you won't need anyone to accept you. You will be accepted though, by those who truly see you, because you come from a place in this world that is in everyone and everything. Because of your existence, other things can survive. You are a reminder of life and death, and of everyones fear of the unknown. And so yes, you will always be outcasted by the majority. But, a few of my creations will always accept you. The earth below me, the fire that burns without apology, and of course the air that swirls around. Although you may only find a true home with a handful of other things, it is there that you will be completely wanted, needed, loved, cherished, honored and accepted for every complexity of your nature. This is how I intended things to be. I made your path difficult so that you would ultimately see how valuable you are and only give yourself completely to the things that are worth the cost. When your truest nature finally reveals itself to those who can truly see it, you will see just how priceless the pain you feel really is. This pain will make you see the exquisite pleasure of being you. When this time comes, you will welcome the day like you are welcoming a friend. In fact, you will be welcoming a friend. You will be reintroduced to who you were before the world made you think you were not enough. In this realization, your calvary will no longer march at dawn, you will feel the sides surrender, and your inner voice will no longer be an invitation to war, but instead, a call for peace."