Nothing, absolutely nothing can be born out of self-pity and laziness.

I pity myself too much.
I suffer from too, too, TOOO much inertia.
And alas, I seem to blame others more than myself.

But when I look around and wonder -- I'm sorry, what was I looking for again?

"This is your life, and it's happening right this moment. It is not going to wait for you to stand up again." I need to stand up on my feet again. But how? Where am I headed? And they say, when one door closes, another opens. But some doors are just harder to find. Was it not meant to be?

I listen to Corrinne May - and her devotion to Christ. Somehow I admire her complete devotion to God, but that is not me; I can't do that. I cannot look up to the sky and see an answer; I cannot listen to the silence and hear Him speak.

But, heh, how nice would that be?


My craving for peace within only causes uproars of unrest.
My desire for my passion only disappoints me.
My motivation to do some good only leads to more, and more inertia.

It is this velocity, yet this stagnation.
This physical conflict that you cannot close your fingers on.
This restlessness yet no where to go.
This need to up and leave, yet your feet are completely grounded.

And, this desire for the beauty of words, that leads to the inability to express.

There is a point in a whirlwind that is motionless.

You might find me there.

"The river runs and the river hides
Out to the ocean and under the sky
I promise you, the answer will come
Hold on to patience and watch for the sign
Everything in its time."
-Corrinne May, Everything In Its Time



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