It came back...

So for a long time I thought the Bear was gone, but he wasn't. I believe he wandered off for awhile, but I was wrong to think that he would ever go away. It wasn't a vicious attack as I thought it would be, but he attacked none the less. No drawn out games, they were short this time... this time he won. We have been playing this game for months now, and I was even thinking that I might know the rules. I was wrong, I don't. I wish I could choose not to play. This isn't fair! I don't want to play a game that I don't know the rules and in the end I will always loose. Why? This game was played with a Bear of someone else's. Not that it matters, I'm still forced to play, but in the end he doesn't pounce on me. I'm just left to pick up the pieces. I'm the strong one. I have to be, not one else can. I believe we are born with a Bear and I have chosen to name mine Bob. I rarely see him, but I know that one day he will come, not that I want him to, but he will. Hopefully there will be no games, I don't like the games. I am glad when the games end though. Somewhere in it all there is peace... a release. I believe we are born with Bears so that we can find this peace. If we didn't have the game, the attack, the waiting... I don't know if we could appreciate it. It's human nature, to not appreciate what is easy. We find gratitude when something is hard. Somewhere inside of me I'm grateful for Bob.