Yeah, it's one of those days.
No, let me rephrase that-
It's been one of those lives...
I'm not sure where to start, or if I even should.
Gas prices are going up, work shifts are getting cut short, bills are piling up, school is getting expensive, people aren't getting along, rules are being changed, situations are being manipulated, computers aren't turning on, crazy people are crazy, and knowing you're sane when you live in an asylum is an impossibility... I can't do it.
And yet I keep on going because I know I can, so what other choice do I have?
Of course, on the day that I feel the most hopeless, the sun comes up behind a nasty cloud of humidity and smog. Heaven has a sense of humor. I say that in a disconnected, inoffensive sort of way, mind you. I know God loves me, I know He's there, watching over me and guiding all of the components of my life that I see as frustration. The sinner in me is a cynic.
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