I'm sand on the shore of life.. and life is my oceanwater. It tends to wash up every particle of my existence, ..[overtaking, refreshing, renewing].. yet in the end I still find myself in resistance... Of my existance. I ponder why the common heathen is banished from society, when true propriety isn't even made in the call? Without regards to the heathen, when there's a little bit of heathen inside of us all?
And I wonder... What would Jesus do... Yet somehow WE still exist.
What a shame in us all, the art of love is lost. Repeated offenders keep comitting hate crimes? Or is the REAL crime comitted by the one who accepts the offending? And I have come to find, that the true oppressor is really one's mind. Even if expected perfection is in itself a misconception. why keep wallowing in the lesson?
...................................................... *sighs*
We can't change the world but we can change ourselves.
And I'm Out.
