The Salt Sifter

A person deals with three types of salt. One salt is hard as rock, one is flimsy and weak, and the other is flaky. His objective is to pull out one fine grain of salt with the perfect flavor. The man shakes and shakes. The rock like salt does not break up, and when it does, it is too big to fit in the single solitary small hole that rock salt is trashy and useless to him. The one that is too weak and flimsy, or wishy-washy breaks apart perfectly. Unfortunately, it breaks apart too well. The salt breaks into small particles and sticks to the sides not to go down the hole. Then comes the flaky salt. It breaks apart in flakes. This crazy salt won't do either. He shakes the sifter as hard as he can because he knows that the one grain of fine salt is inside the sifter somewhere, for he just has to keep shaking the sifter. Eventually, the salt sifter's arms get tired, and even knowing that the fine salt is inside the sifter, he retires to bed. He sleeps knowing that the fine salt is inside the sifter, but the search was so tiring and exhausting that his patience with the salt sifter was gone.

He gives up. He wants that one grain of salt for his soup, but he threw the sifter away. What could he do? The man dies unhappy because his only bowl of soup went unflavored. The soup went cold, the sifter died unhappy, and the one grain of salt soon grew older and became like dust to never be again. So no one is happy. The ending was sad, and both the sifter and the grain of salt returned to dust alone and old. Perhaps, if the salt weren't so stubborn, or maybe if the sifter was more patient. Maybe the instrument being used was wrong. However, life is only done once and all things are hit or miss.

God sees all, but we are like the sifter. God knows what to do to get that grain of salt, but we must trust in God for that grain of salt. I will not translate this, for it is a riddle meant to apply to many things. All I will say is that the sifter's arms are getting tired, and he is ready to go to bed. Constant training, frequent studying, multiple writings, and many other things. I, however, will not relate this to anything because none of these things inspired such writing. It is all happening in my thought process. Figure out what I am referring to, and you have finally understood me. The question is always "what is it that I really want second to anything because the first thing is God's heart? The second is never spoken of except to God. I always skip it in conversation too, on purpose. I do leave little clues to see if anyone is listening. This is, however, a strong third reason as to why I run as hard as I do. The first two reasons is to glorify God and stay in shape. This is a mirror into my life. If you really want to understand me, then figuring this out will help out a lot. I don't like telling people the most important thing I want that is second because I know that I am alright with just God and giving Him glory. Yet, I wouldn't be fair if I didn't give people a chance to know everything there is about me because I try to learn as much about others as I can. I really only want to keep things priority wise though, and out of those wants, I only need one thing. I am searching to restore something, and one person answering this riddle will restore it. Until then, I must remain a distance from most people. I have been distant more so, and some people have been trying to get me more inside, but I have real concerns about getting closer, and one person answering this riddle right will prove something to me... This riddle is the key to getting me to fully open up.