And you don't know me, but you owe me a little time to find some piece of mind.
Dear friends, I think I went crazy again.
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Are you there God? It's me, Whitney. Again.
So, is there suppose to be a great plan to this? 'Cause I'm a hell of confused. I thought I got it right. I really did. And I went for it, wholeheartedly.
And then, the smokescreen dissipated. And all the rules I'd made, I've broken. All these things I thought I wasn't doing, I did. A hypocrite in the true sense of the word.
All I've ever believed in disappeared with the smokescreen. All the rules thrown out the window.
Maybe there is nothing to life, after all. Maybe there is no heaven, just this hell called living. And there is nothing bigger than us out there governs our fate.
We were created to endure life, convince ourselves of the great ability we have to adapt to things we cannot change, and endure some more.
If believing means taking side, then, where does freedom fits in? How can one, so passionate, distance oneself and turn passive on any given matter? Or better yet, how can one show compassion and be so cold at the same time?
I could argue that different situations demands different actions. But, by arguing that, does that give me rights to do wrong just because God helps those who help themselves?
I guess what I'm trying to understand, dear God, is if I kill in the name of God, would that be you who go to hell, or would that be me?
And maybe it does not matter, anyway. Because if there is nothing bigger than us out there, if you don't exist in the first place, then, I really have no reason to kill, have I?
...
Are you there God? It's me, Whitney. Again.
So, is there suppose to be a great plan to this? 'Cause I'm a hell of confused. I thought I got it right. I really did. And I went for it, wholeheartedly.
And then, the smokescreen dissipated. And all the rules I'd made, I've broken. All these things I thought I wasn't doing, I did. A hypocrite in the true sense of the word.
All I've ever believed in disappeared with the smokescreen. All the rules thrown out the window.
Maybe there is nothing to life, after all. Maybe there is no heaven, just this hell called living. And there is nothing bigger than us out there governs our fate.
We were created to endure life, convince ourselves of the great ability we have to adapt to things we cannot change, and endure some more.
If believing means taking side, then, where does freedom fits in? How can one, so passionate, distance oneself and turn passive on any given matter? Or better yet, how can one show compassion and be so cold at the same time?
I could argue that different situations demands different actions. But, by arguing that, does that give me rights to do wrong just because God helps those who help themselves?
I guess what I'm trying to understand, dear God, is if I kill in the name of God, would that be you who go to hell, or would that be me?
And maybe it does not matter, anyway. Because if there is nothing bigger than us out there, if you don't exist in the first place, then, I really have no reason to kill, have I?