....because technically it's already Tuesday and i can't sleep. That's what i get for catching up on sleep this weekend. And i am remembering that i duly love writing, in nearly any form. and before i say this, let me say, life has been relatively painless lately. Even when i think its going to hurt, it never does as much as i expect...and that has me worried that my soul is perhaps succombing to the novacaine of this world...
What is life without pain? It's like the sky without the rain.
That's a song lyric from my early years, but i think it goes to the heart of a deeper problem. Perhaps 'problem' isn't the right word, but to quoth the Matrix, it's like there is something wrong that you just can't put your finger on, but something isn't right.....
The closest i've come is a lack of adversity. I've been wondering if that is what the 'American Dream' has come to....affluence and apathy absent adversity? [no charge for the alliteration, but you can tip your waitress if you like]. Seriously, though...is that what everyone wants? It's hit me as i've been told how much coin i could be reeling in after school, and how God gifts people to make money.
And while i believe that is true, i wonder, if we are faithing in the paper on which we have pasted 'in God we trust' and suddenly the rug is being pulled out from under us and used to cover the immense waste being swept into the finances of our future and that of our children's, i am left inquiring....what about an example of death to money? Where is the antidote to the sedated materialism of the masses?
We'll i suppose i'm rambling, but i have been observing how a lack of adversity sways my decisions and in essence, my life's course. I feel i've been insulated for too long. In truth i feel like Bond when he's ripping the hospital cords off himself and climbing out of the place in 'Die Another Day.' Maybe he's not fully healed yet...but i'm ready to get back into action.
Many friends around here have seemed to tell me the same things when we diagnose the situation of ourselves and those around us: this is a holding tank of sorts, for many it means something different and unique, for many it is perpetual bliss, and for nearly everyone it is outside reality, or at the very least, a suspended moment in time. Perhaps they are all correct, or perhaps they and i are greviously erroneous. Whatever the case, i do know this time and circumstance has had its purpose, and the Grand Architect has an infinitude of knowledge with resonance beyond the most distant horizon and beneath the most cavernous sea beneath....
My only conclusion is "to everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven." [Eccl. 3:1]
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