Sacrifice

One night as I began my shifts at work and I worked hard and earned my hours. Exhausted, I went home to sleep for a few hours before school started. But then, realizing that I had a test that very day I began to have a strange feeling, and for the first time in my life, I didnt care about a test. I had to slap myself in the face and get into gear when I finally decided that I guess I 'should' study. I took the test, and finished the rest of my classes. I returned home to get ready for work again and summoned the strength to go on. I still kept working hard but, I realized that this cycle never ends. After work: "My body is now feeling like a rickedy wagon that has crooked wheels making it very difficult to move on. I dont know what I should do and my mind is not working as well as it seems." I came to find that day that I failed a test that I knew the answers to, and I should have passed with flying colors. But I somehow misread directions. I dont know what to do!
The weekend came! I sat and started reflecting on myself and thinking about the road ahead of me. The street I was on seemed to go up and up. I could hardly see the end of the incline, but faintly I saw the end and the rewards for the long and hard journey. Oh they were nice. But the road was uphill bothways and I felt like even if I made that journey, I would be too old and worn to really enjoy that. I then noticed a road that broke off and led me to another place. This road was easy and enjoyable. Lights flashing on both sides, and the incline was barely noticeable. I knew this road was good for me. As long as I did what was right and did my share, I would make it to the end of that road. It may not have been nearly as rewarding as the first road, but it was worth it to me. I turned to go down the road when I realized that the people and family that I would have were also quite different on the two ends. One was making it by and the children were content with life. But as I watched them go down their road, I realized that they had the same road that I was struggling down. This troubled me. And so I turned to look at the family and people that were at the top of the hill. Their road was eased and they seemed to have the enjoyment which I had longed for all the time in my life. I then realized that this road that I had just about headed down was a continuous circle that went around the mountain never going up to the top. Unless someone, makes the sacrifice to make that journey. Someone had to put all their efforts and time into the long hike. I looked at the road with lights and beauty around it. Its pull was great, but I cried, turned, and began my journey up the hill.