There are days when it seems like the story of our lives, and of humanity as a whole, lives on a razor’s edge between hope and meaningless annihilation.
what’s point of being holy if you’re not going to be happy while you’re at it? Also, why would god make butterflies and puppies and sunrises and nachos if (s)he didn’t care about our happiness?
Yes, there’s a brilliant spark of creative intent at the beginning of all things but also: random chance, bad luck, sunshine, shitloads of human free will, evolution (maybe? don’t judge me), and lots of general shenanigans / fuckery. (how long O Lord?)
I’ve recently been increasingly aware of this design flaw in the system. And by “the system” I mean our whole entire human existence.
I’m realizing that “is this how this thing is supposed to feel?” is probably a counterproductive question. but still it runs laps through my head…
It’s not often that you find a place like this where you can share a bit of your life completely unedited and uncensored and be met only with love and belonging. I’d love for you to listen in.
I’ve spent most of my life trying to feel God. Perhaps all along She was as close as my own skin.