Have you ever had one of those days when you just wake up and wonder what it's all for? I've been having allot of those days lately. I mean on the surface things seem relatively alright. But as I look around and try to understand the world a bit. And the logic for why people do what they do. I come to realize that even in the simplest of lives there can sometimes be a great deal of confusion. I often used to pride myself on being able to figure things out relatively quickly. Now I often sit around and kinda wonder what it is I'm trying to figure out. I mean at 51, I'm past saving the world thoughts. And I no longer have any great illusions of fantastic wealth. The things I ponder mostly today are the things that really don't seem that important in the bigger scheme of things, relative to an individuals every day living. Yet the thoughts of what go's through my mind somehow seem very important just the same. You know a person can go their whole lives and never really understand what it's for. I've gone at least half mine and I'm still not sure. I mean I'm sure of my convictions, and what it is I believe in. Sometimes I'm just not sure of the point of it all. We all make such a big deal of the things we think are important. And cling desperately to the things we don't want to lose. As if the world will come to an end if we don't. When in truth, most people probably don't even care! So what are we fighting for anyway? And why? I like to think that at the end of the day, if I do the right thing I can lay my head down on my pillow at night and sleep in peace. And that in truth is a real blessing; the pillow that is. Because when I go to sleep at night I realize that there are many people around the world who don't have one! Yet somehow peace always seems to elude me. And not for any real good cause; or maybe for a great cause. I still have to sleep on it! I guess it depends on your perspective. And how you choose to view the world relative to your own existence. Maybe that's why I take so much enjoyment in my pillow. It helps cushion the blow of the reality of life. Which I've come to conclude is generally not fair. Yet we all have to live it. I'm a man of God. And I've become a man of prayer! Believe it or not one is not synonymous with the other. Hoping in prayer gives me even more peace than sleep! I just as soon while away my day as such. Evenings to for that matter. Just thinking on good things for the good of all. And leaning on God to do it! Because people often let you down. And allot of times we let ourselves down too. So the silver lining really is with God, for the love of Jesus! And that's where I put my hope, trust, and faith! It seems to me like the right place for it to be. Life has taught me that when man fails you, God won't. It's a sad reality, yet wonderful just the same. Imagine that!
Bless you all in the name of Jesus! Blessed Brother Sirvante.