As I sit here sipping on my double shot coffee I am baffled by the questions and reality of this life.
Why was I only me, not also you? What makes me, me? Out of the billions of people thriving on this earth how is it that not one of them thinks, looks, sounds, loves, laughs, and acts just the way I do? What influences me to believe what I do? How can my heart be so full with love for someone I haven't ever even seen? How is it everday I am alive I am beating incredible odds? What is the point of all of this? Why is it I can be completely satisfied some days and completely disatisfied others? Where do I stop an you begin?
In between this confusion lies understanding...
Sometimes my soul escapes, and my tears wear out. My mind becomes consumed. I want to feel God, cuddle him in the stangeness, and to breath him in the horror. I long to touch him with my soul. But why when I reach do you seem so distant? Why am I left to seek these answers in the lonely. I am emty in the unfair echos of life. Where do I stop and you begin? Is there a clear method that becomes objective yet peronal? I am dizzy from trying to wrap my mind around this. I am clinging to this thought, like a child to his mother. Maybe just perhaps I am treasured, an idea in a million. Or possibly as insignificant as as a grain of sand on a beach. This pondering becomes a quest and every answer seems to become the next question. I feel I am stuck in the never ending why's like a child in their youth.
I am left to fathom something so incredible I cannot even begin to comprehend. Why is it so hard to remember that being connected to the source of it all is why I am? Where do I stop and you begin?
Is it as simple as the 5 letter word faith?
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