VICTORY | FEW CAN CARRY ITS WEIGHT.

Victory.

I received the crown I waited so long for. Finally, I’ve won. Plump with anticipation, I rushed to place the crown on my head. Sharp pains pierce my mind upon wearing the crown. Blood drips down my face. The crown has thorns. 

My soul clinches from the suffering. The vision to obtain the crown is now questioned into blindness. “Where did I go wrong?” The narrow way led me to darkness. But, even shadows signify light. 

The dichotomy. What is blinding me illuminates the path for others. Would they still be encouraged if they knew the cost? 

I can’t stay here. From the shadows, I reach out to my covering, “What is the point of making sacrifices if we all get the same thing anyways? Why do I always have to be the sacrifice for people? Why are things always so difficult for me?” 

He patiently waits until I am finished, “Son, there are few, if any, who chose the way you’ve walked. Give it time. This pain isn’t from sin. You are experiencing the Agony of Victory.” 

Woah. Could this pain be from walking the Champion’s path? Renewal. His revelation resurrects my vision. I realize the burden of Victory is much heavier than the weight of defeat. Heavy really is the head that wears the crown.

I didn’t go wrong. It wasn’t darkness that blinded me walking the narrow way. It was light. 

Could I be the source blinding myself? Can the source perceive its own light? 

I humbly wear the crown with pride, grateful I was chosen for it. These thorns are so painful because they sever the understandings of my mind. And that pain is good. 

Many desire victory but few can carry its weight.