Staircase of Life
It rises before me; it circles and turns, up and up and up. Higher and higher. There seems to be no end. I do not know when I’ll reach my last floor; what if I don’t reach it at all? And to be quite frank; I’m afraid of the heights and falling. Falling back down. I sigh and take the first step.
“Today is the first day of the rest of my life.” That’s what my father says. So, then it must mean that this is the first step that I’m taking today to keep on trudging onwards in my life. The staircase of my life. Scattered with obstacles. It looks like the staircase of a household that contains a hundred children, and like the housekeeper can’t keep up with the mess anymore.
Pushing the building blocks to the side with my foot, I finally step on to the now much-safer second step. I have to go up this staircase barefoot...Unprepared. Able to step on every sharp thing, every round thing, and every slimy mess.
Yes, it’s the staircase of life. Messes, traps, and obstacles everywhere. Barefoot we go in; blistered we come out. Unscathed, innocent we enter; bruised, battered, and experienced we exit again.
But, in the end, it’s all about the experience and what we did to make it better; not just for ourselves, but also for others. No matter all the troubles, there is beauty, love, and fun to be found on this journey. Yes, this staircase might be treacherous, but in the end it will be worth it...