Back in the day, where was a kid who wanted to know how many licks it took to get to the center of a tootsie pop—even though he was talking to mostly animals, which is weird—he eventually came upon an owl. Now, owls are typically sages of wisdom, and this one is no different. 1—2—3—Chomp. It took him 3 licks, and bit the damn sucker in half. Now, I'm not sure this is what the kid intended to find out, but he got his answer, which was 3.
What does this have to do with anything? Well, sit back and let me tell you a different story.
A story about a man who fell into a hole and wanted to know how long it would take him to get out of it.
A story about a man who couldn't see the light from the top of the hole anymore.
A story about a woman who wanted so desperately to escape the darkness of the hole.
A story about digging to china.
We all find ourselves in ruts, holes, and all sorts of impalpable places: they're wet, they're sticky, they're dark, they're lonely, and, often times, they're scary. No matter who you are, where you're from, or other life circumstances, there are times when you find yourself in these places.
No matter what.
We can climb to the top. Climb towards the light of day that we fell from.
We can sit in the darkness. Staying put in the pit of despair that we found our self in
OR
We can dig to China.
Why return to the place what shoved you into the darkness?
Why wallow in the darkness when it's dark and scary?
It doesn't make sense to perpetuate the suffering.
It doesn't make sense to give your old life more chances to shit on your head.
It doesn't make sense… Digging to china.
When you are down in the dumps; at the bottom of a pit… start digging. Push yourself to dive deeper into the darkness; pry yourself further into the floor your cage; break through to the other side.
Everybody says that you have to pull yourself out of a funk. That you have to pull yourself up. That you need to lift yourself, dust yourself, and keep walking. But they don't know.
If you fall and pick yourself up in the exact same spot, then you're asking to get knocked back down. You'll trip, you'll stumble, you'll fall back into the pit that you so desperately tried to escape from, but what if you dig?
What happens if you dig so deep that you come out on top… on the other side of the world?
A fresh start.
A new world.
A new beginning.
If you work hard enough you can come out in china. You can elevate yourself to a new high, to a new place, to a new everything. You fought the darkness; you trampled the fear; you dug yourself to a new beginning.
You did it.
Now, if you fall right back in the hole you climbed out of… there is no darkness; there is no fear; there is no room for worry. You go from light to light; from life to life; from world to world.
No more darkness.
No more worry.
No more.
You overcame your fears, your hurts, and your ever present worry. You dug yourself to china, and there is no turning back now.
Don't climb—dig.
Dig to china… one line at a time!
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