Sometimes you win Tiles of the Unexpected… and it’s worth it. The hours spent dwindling in victory-less mediocrity (and hours and hours) is worth it. It’s worth the challenges and the unknowns, it’s worth taking a few risks and doing what you think is right to build up your bomb storage for a tile-saturated day. There's a reason you keep playing: the hope of someday finishing the near-impossible third level... the tantalizing, incomprehensible satisfaction of smashing that last horse-cow or oriental smiley. There is always hope, it's been done before, it most likely will be done again, the rules set forth by the game-master in space says it can be done by you; you have only to believe and continue trying and trusting the pieces to cancel themselves out. (see epiphany #2) This aforementioned idea is my THIRD epiphany while playing this sage-esque cyber game; either I'm an excessively quirky person, or the programmers of the game REALLY knew what they were doing!
I've had my eyes opened the past few days to some major things I need to work on in myself, for those around me, and for the happiness of my future. All I can say is that God watches out for me. He knows who I am and what I need and when I need it. People are worth it. Life is worth it. God is worth it. There are happy people. There are positive relationships, not perfect, but positive; people who will genuinely care about you. There are answers to prayers. There is purpose to this life. There is always room to improve or we wouldn't need to be here. There is hope.
(Thoughts helped along by catalysts “Dancing in the Minefields” by Andrew Peterson and "Bless the Broken Road" by Selah, which you should LOOK UP RIGHT NOW if you've never heard them, they're beautiful!)
