Does life really matter? It matters if you’re heart-core intention is in it. It doesn’t have to be grandiocious. You just have to mean it, and be morally right, not evil, not hurting others, not torturing others, but right.
I’m so happy to be here, living right. As everybody else, not perfect, of course, and hopefully not right in my own eyes. But my intention is to do right before God and others, and have no ill will toward anyone. For I am just the same as everyone else, so imperfect.
As I write, I realize that, though I use so many words, I am amazed how, still no one really knows me. Not that I want to be known, God knows, I hide. I am OK not being known. And I hide not because I hide something because by the way, I reveal myself through my writing but that’s not the point my point was that I didn’t want to be known, no that wasn’t the point, the point was that as I speak these words, the feeling I get is that, I’m not saying the whole story, not that I’m hiding anything, rather, no spurts of words can say the whole story, not always. We speak spurts of words here and there, but no one knows the whole story, the depths, actually, I am reminded of today’s verse on Bible Gateway. Romans 11:33 “Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out!”
I have so many thoughts, but my life comes out in spurts of words here and there. Maybe that’s what life is, our true, genuine self, living, breathing, and sometimes sayin a few words that don’t say the whole story, until somebody knocks and sits down to exchange many words. That’s when you go into the depths of the story, other than that, you’re judged, criticized, misunderstood, presumed or just plainly ignored. Also, in the positive sense.
Do you know what I want people to know? I want them to discover the reality of life through my words. Do I care that they know me, I don’t. What burns in me more than to be known, is to know what they don’t know and should know. To discover the unsearchable until it is searched out. To know the unknown. To knock, to discover. To seek peace and pursue it. How will we ever know if we don’t listen to the unsaid words around and within us, or when those spurts of words come out every so often. What do they all really mean? How to connect the dots…
