Catalysts

They are called catalysts; a person or thing that precipitates an event or change. In my life there have been 3, whom I shall not name. Each of these catalysts certainly precipitated a change in myself. To progress from a fallen deluded state, to a state of... action, shall we say. Each of these catalysts occured in a time of my life where decisions were made, by myself and others, which subsequently caused my attitude to change for the worst. And in each of these states of madness the catalyst appeared, each different in their own mode and manner, and pressed upon me the importance of change. Following the first two occurances, life steadily became better as I let go of the past, and pressed into the future with new resolve. Today there was another of these catalysts, thus comprising the three. I must note that never in these instances has my meeting the catalyst ever resulted in anything more than a change of mind and attitude. The catalyst(s) and myself never became uber-familiar and soon parted after the reaction had taken place. Do I regret this, no. The point is that these people (catalysts) exist in each of our lives. I am grateful for them, for He who sends them to me, and that I am at least still coherant enough in reality to notice them. The day dawns, the world is brigher, and meaning is given once more.