Peyton’s The Name, Bloggin’s The Game

Relinquishing Rebellion     Don’t you hate it when people complain about a problem that they continue to cause? It’s so awkward, especially when the solution is so simple it all but stares them in the face. For instance, people who complain about their weight, yet continue to make the daily trip to McDonald’s. All they need to do is lay off the McChickens for awhile and their problem would be solved, but because they continue to consume the tasty abomination, their suffering propagates. Another example is a technique used in racoon hunting. A small hole is drilled into a log and a shiny object is placed in the bottom. If a racoon sees it, it will reach its paw into the hole to get the shiny object, but once it grabs it, the racoon is unable to pull its arm out because its clenched fist can’t fit through the hole. If it simply opened its paw it would be able to pull its hand out, but once the racoon has its fingers around the object, it refuses to let go and, because i...

The Consolation of Communication     The silence was everywhere. Pressing in on every side, it surrounded me, pushing in on my ears, penetrating into my mind. It was deafening, crushing, suffocating. And the pain… it was immense. It joined with the silence, pounding into my consciousness. There was no escape from it... no outlet for it… no words to express the twisting feelings that swarmed around inside. There was no understanding to comprehend it, not even thought to reason out why there was hurt. There was only the roaring silence and the pain, always swirling and shifting around my mind, always drowning out every other sensation. But then, suddenly, a sound broke through all the soundless noise, something I had not heard in a long time. It came crashing through the raging storm and, abruptly, all of it was shattered by a word . A single word.    “ Hello.”     The word rang through my entire being, stunning me. I su...