Keep Knocking

TODAY'S QUOTE:
"Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there."... Rumi

I knocked... and knocked... and knocked... and, oh well you get the picture etc. and such. Hell, I banged on well past the time when someone saner would've surely given up all hope of an answer. As far as I was concerned there were only two options; murder the portion of myself that still believed in happily-ever-after, or continue knocking.
I had no alternative unless I was willing to be zombieized, which simply didn't suit me in the least. My soul demanded what it knew truly existed, even if my mind resisted and my heart wept in frustration. I hammered out what I knew to be my own primal beat for survival.
The snap of the lock was the sweetest sound I've ever heard. I discovered joy intense enough to be damn near indescribable. Suddenly I faced life with more hope than is common and living became a personal challenge. The joy was always there, it only waited for me to free myself from things that muted its song. I found joy in my own company long before I found my soul-mate. He didn't begin this trip with me, yet I can't imagine a life without him as its center.
I view him as a priceless reward. He makes up for the agony of getting this far on a journey that never would've been this kind of adventure if I'd ever lost my fairy-tale faith. Keep banging my friends. Hammer for freedoms sake. Invest your knuckles in a future worthy of countless battle scars. Allow your pain to be a fair price for something worthwhile. Think about it... Let it ride... Then decide!!!