A Table Well Set

Recently, a trial has come to a close. Three long years of un-surety and confusion, and I can't say that I'm sad. Though one of the most trying times of my existence, it was indeed the most fruitful. If you can bear with me to imagine a fully set table with the utmost stunning dishware: so as was my life, or so I thought. Until one moment, a familiar face and a stranger grabbed each side of the table linen, abruptly lifting their arms with great force. Everything that once was, was now cascading through nothingness, not able to rest on any one thing in particular, for 3 years. After for what seemed like an eternity, the once beautiful pieces began their descent back to the table; however, not all of them returned.
Some pieces were cast to the side as soon as the linen was lifted, some were shattered upon the impact of hitting another piece that once stood beside them as a friend, and some survived but missed the landing by mere millimeters.

Now that the remaining dishware has landed, the table is not the same as it were before. Thoughts of security are lost, friends gone, certain ways of thinking - vanished. Yet I can't complain. For the table was too crowded, nothing could move, nothing could grow, it was, as one would say, stagnant. My life went up and went down after being flat-lined for so long, and in that I found a heartbeat.

How can I be mad? To the One that restarted my heart, I owe my life. Life goes up and it goes down - that is how you know if you're alive. It is now my intention to keep it going - not only my intention, but my responsibility. Breathe the Breath of Life and you will live; stop and you will die; call on the right Doctor and He will bring you to life. Choose yourself, but I had rather keep breathing on my own.