There is such poignancy in misery. Such delicate perfect pain in pessimism, that it can almost seem as if it is providing a perverse pleasure.
Sometimes when we feel we should not instigate much-needed changes, we let frustration or resentment fuel an unconscious agenda to make things worse until we can eventually justify a dramatic, irrevocable gesture.
Although eventually you just simply start to see stressful situations with much more detachment.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
There has to be a god. How can you look outside at the sun, the trees and life and think that there must be nothing bigger than us. There is a tangible energy always surrounding us. Whatever it is. It’s a force, a god, that dictates the energy of life.
Everyone would do drugs if they knew how much it unlocked their mind.
Oh my, aren’t beards just beautiful.