The Sides

 Someone fell into a pit, it must have looked nice from afar, but once inside in it, after a while anyway, the only good thing about being in it was you knew you wanted to get out of it, unless perhaps you enjoyed in in there - and there were some of those also, whatever was wrong with them. Quite a few though were trying to get back out,  realised it wasn’t where they wanted to be, and were climbing up the sides, but the sides were slippy, and however far anyone got, eventually they would lose their grip, their balance, and fall sliding back down again. It might be quite a while before, however things would go back down in the pit, they would begin to climb back out of it. And again they might make some genuine headway, but however much they did make and however optimistic they might legitimately feel about it, the headway, sadly in the end they would slide back down again. The shame of it! They must have lost focus or taken things, their progress for granted or something, and down they’d go.

So someone of this spectacle, having gone through this process again and again, finally in recognition and despair told himself I can’t do this on my own, and called from this despair for help from above. A rope was lowered from this above and holding onto the rope, he was pulled out. Joy! Why didn’t I think of it earlier, he wondered. It was obvious I couldn’t do it on my own. But then again, all of us, all genuinely trying to escape up the sides through our earnest and genuine efforts, we all really did think we could do it on our own.