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So yesterday was my birthday, or something. 21. It was okay. Some psychologist created this formula on why January 23rd was the worst and gloomiest day of the year. It was nice to read that while I was eating breakfast.
It's funny because most of us struggle with the same depressed/lack of motivation/lack of hope for the future/need for affirmation/utter confusion about ourselves and life, but sharing that with others somehow becomes so difficult. Slowly, I ruin my greatest friendships and worry about the security of those that I have not yet managed to completely screw up. It's a great existence, really.
We're taught to let God satisfy us, or whatever, but it basically just boils down to being content where he's put us. So, it isn't that God himself personally is all we need (because it's not good or sane or practical for us to be alone without other humans), it's that there is this well of strength that we can draw from who's waters come from a table* of contentment.
*Doesn't a well's water come from a watertable? That's what I mean by table, although I'm not sure if that's how it really works and I don't feel like Googling it.
Whatever you don't have that you think will make you happy, won't. At best it will be nice for a little while.
Beth beth beth, contentment is a must.
Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck.
It's funny because most of us struggle with the same depressed/lack of motivation/lack of hope for the future/need for affirmation/utter confusion about ourselves and life, but sharing that with others somehow becomes so difficult. Slowly, I ruin my greatest friendships and worry about the security of those that I have not yet managed to completely screw up. It's a great existence, really.
We're taught to let God satisfy us, or whatever, but it basically just boils down to being content where he's put us. So, it isn't that God himself personally is all we need (because it's not good or sane or practical for us to be alone without other humans), it's that there is this well of strength that we can draw from who's waters come from a table* of contentment.
*Doesn't a well's water come from a watertable? That's what I mean by table, although I'm not sure if that's how it really works and I don't feel like Googling it.
Whatever you don't have that you think will make you happy, won't. At best it will be nice for a little while.
Beth beth beth, contentment is a must.
Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck.