Thoughts spiral in my head. Thoughts that won't go away. To think, to breathe, to live is all I can do. No way to think outside the box. We live, we die; we make an impact, we don't. What difference does it make in the long run? Life is the game we constantly play. Some wait to be fulfilled, some wait to be devoured. Some don't wait at all. Some try to find love, for some, love finds them. It's and endless cycle of stories, stories beginning and ending, all of them intertwined. Have you ever though about that guy at the supermarket? Or the library lady? They make as much of a difference as all of us. We depend on others for our story to exist. For our game to be played. No one stands alone. No one can be left behind. We all strive for our goals, but we need others to fill in the background. To lift us up. To keep us going. To show us the way. To create the way. Without others, we are nothing, we make no impact, there is nothing we can do at all. We become nothing. So why lock yourself away from others? You can listen to yourself talk in solitude, but you can only know what you know already. We are trapped in a cycle, a game that we try to find the rules for, but nothing fits. We convince ourselves that we've broken free just to be sucked in again, or to never have moved at all. We are all human. We live in the hamster wheel of society, new roads seem to appear, only leading back to greed and worldly values. The only way to break the cycle is to live for God. Your road may be harder, sadder, longer, but you live and depend on God, not others. The cycle of human life dissipates, your motives are not the same, your God is not the same. You still wriggle around on your belly with everyone else, but, unlike them, you look forward to finally walking, whereas they fervently try to live, to play the game to its fullest before going out in a blaze of glory.
"Do not conform any longer to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind." - Romans 12:2
God bless you all.