Thoughts
Sometimes
March 10, 2009 Every now and then recover this space, as if I disappear from the head, something that leads me to forget it all the time. Instead I make a habit of greater value. I do not think it's bad, I should write more, make it a little more alive:)
But tonight I can still afford to be in a good mood
March 12
stuff What 's so! Often become available and to take seriously people, opens the way to take the catch. What irritates me most is the total mananza provable understanding that a person has a sea of \u200b\u200bthings to do, and if that creates a space for you, if you can not, the minimum required is to warn. The alert is no clear sign that the person has not the slightest consideration of your person.
June 30 I'm sick I'm sick! Sick of everything!
But, I wonder, can this be categorized as life? There are so, so far as you want to play better, is just the size of a nonsense.
Every day the degradation increases. This growing sense of profound futility!
No, I do not find pleasure in thinking that can get through a good deal. I find no pleasure in acquiring a new customer. I find no pleasure simply because they do not see the point, I see no correlation to what I am, what I think, what I consider to be my life.
What is the meaning of my existence? If I have always believed to exist because the service of my god, now that the sense of my existence? I serve him? This service is only one dimension witness everyday?
Yes, I know it's so good! I know that this is what prompted me now. But what can I do if this "desert" I weigh? I weigh not have a community, not having a place to discuss, discuss, share with the writing. I miss him!
And that's what makes me useless, all meaningless, all without meaning.
Mistake, I know! But why not tell me clearly that this is what I'm missing?
Even the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to a church anyway ... which one? Where can I find this? Nowhere! This is the problem! Moreover
believer is not a transsexual who has not even welcome in the groups who believe homosexuals. So? Isolation!
And it is this isolation that weighs on me, and I weighed everything!
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