Too often it would be wonderful to just disappear, forget, and just stop everything. Then I feel terribly guilty for thinking such things. Yes, I am unworthy to think such thoughts; I have not earned the right to wish for escape such as our noble selfless military.
To wish an end is to deny others the message God may have for them. Every encounter, every chance meeting, every smile is a message to someone to live, to survive, to carry on. Who am I to say no to life?
I see too much that causes pain.
rejection from loved ones, associates.
constant rejection of the One True God and humanity
constant grueling sacrifice only to suffer poverty
constant fight for a morsel of privilege for nothing
constant effort and struggle for nothing
Why do we try? Why do we live? Why do we bother?Then I remember the reason: I wake up in the morning because God said so.
God said so.
