I have constantly searched for a reason why things happen. Some answer to what it all signifies. Many times have I caught myself loosing those precious hours of our lives that we so readily defend while examining the detail of every circumstance that befalls my confused and sorrow ridden life. I have never been able to discover that hidden meaning that lies in the shadow of every situation. Though I may have tried to understand and though I may have found the object of my curiosity, I have fallen short of the glory of my desires. In searching for the meaning, I have traveled far questioning every stranger I met and beseeching every stone to rumble and depart upon my soul the knowledge of the earth, but to no avail. Along my journey, I grew weary and my neck was no longer able to sustain the pressure raining down upon my shoulders. I fell to my knees, the pressure seemingly escaping through my tightly closed eyes. The globes of sorrow left trails of doubt along my cheeks as I opened my eyes to release the tension that had gripped me with the force of a thousand endings. The tears finally subside and I see the structure that I had kneeled to. I keep staring, once again searching for a meaning to all of this pain, and the grey clouds of doubt depart making visible the door to my salvation. I nervously reach my tightly clenched fist to the door and I knock. The musty door opens and I see a stairway laden with fulfilled promises rising to a pearly gateway of truth. Standing firm in the gateway is the omnipotent meaning that I have been seeking for the entirety of my bleak life filled with broken dreams. I finally raise my weary eyes to the gateway and they rest upon the cross.