Atlas….Will You SHRUG..?

It will only be as simple or as complicated as we make it out to be.

In your weakest moment, when your world is crumbling all around you, you will come face to face with your God and he will ask you, “Will you shrug it off..??”

You see, there’s never a right answer to this rhetorical question. There never was.

If you choose to shrug, liberating as it might be in the short term, you will be dogged by your own weakness of will forever.

If you choose to carry your cross, be sure to be crucified.

This is what happened in the life of Noah. He was, by his own admissions, the epitome of the baser human qualities. He loved  Allie in his own  feverish, impatient love. He loved her and wanted her with a passion he had thought himself incapable of achieving. Achieve he did though.

He shared a curious and a magical connection with Allie who he believed was the love of his life, his soul mate. Her love made him believe in God once again.

Noah worked in a coal mine, he had worked there all of his 24 years. As in life so as in work, he occupied the basest of places. In many ways he had been tarnished by the stain of the coal which had not only blackened his skin, but his heart too.

Allie, on the other hand was an epitome of all that was beautiful and good with the world. She reveled in painting, She was most alive when she was surrounded by beauty.

Thus both of them falling for each other, made a curious cleave in the plans of the God. At the time, Allie was engaged to be married of to a handsome young scion so her falling for Noah over the summer, was indeed a conundrum.

Noah’s closest friends, part jealous, part out of concern warned him against Allie’s feelings. Her intentions, they believed were not as true as he believed, that for her Noah was just a fleeting entertainment.

Noah chose to believe otherwise. He hadn’t planned to live and die in the coal mines. He had a grand vision for his life. He had dreams which had strengthened him to dig deeper in those mines in his darkest days.

When fall set in, in spite of his almost religious reverence for Allie, he was left there standing alone. He had read somewhere, that the good is oft interred with the bones, its the bad that people remember.

Those words crashed down upon him at that point in time.

Allie and the world had interred the good of Noah. Was he expecting Allie to help him to climb out of the darkness he was otherwise confined to live in? Was it too much to ask for ?

Had Noah loved Allie too much to believe that she was going to be there when the world crashed down upon him.

It was his doing, he had traveled willingly to this junction.

Its a given, the world around you, will always guess at your corruption, at your baser human qualities. The world will always believe more readily in the bad and evil rather than the good.

Its a price you will have to pay to protect an incorruptible dream.

Its not time for Atlas to Shrug YET…