A walk
So when I got home from work today, I didn't really feel like hanging around the house. I was restless. I thought about working out, but didn't feel like getting sweaty right after taking a shower. So, considering it was a cool fall night, I went for a walk. I went around the housing area I live in, out in the fields down the block. And along the main road here. I thought about what had changed in my life now that I had come here, and how it had affected me. I thought about the ways I had acted in the past, before my trip, and how I had acted since I came here. It used to be I was a fairly stable and collected person. It took a lot to ruffle my feathers. Now it seems that the slightest gust of wind sends my mental china cabinet through a window. I didn't know why I had changed, or when. But I have.
I thought about it some more, didn't come to a conclusion. Then I decided to pray on it. After a little while of sitting on an electrical box on the edge of a cornfield, it struck me that I have not been to church, or hung out with someone who had the same ideals as me ever since I've come down here. And the absence is starting to take it's effect.
I don't have that stability in my life anymore. Church grounded me, gave me resolve. Because I knew that come Sunday morning, I would again be surrounded by people who wanted me to succeed in my life. Who wanted me to have strong character and integrity. My successes were theres, and theres mine. It was a community of spiritual betterment. I don't have that here.
I've realized there are things inside of me that I don't ever want to let loose. Anger, Jealousy, Pettiness, Deceit. I can't control those things by myself. I need god in my life. I need that support, that rock in the hurricane. Without it, I'm all too exposed. I'm corruptible. And far weaker than I ever thought.
I thought about it some more, didn't come to a conclusion. Then I decided to pray on it. After a little while of sitting on an electrical box on the edge of a cornfield, it struck me that I have not been to church, or hung out with someone who had the same ideals as me ever since I've come down here. And the absence is starting to take it's effect.
I don't have that stability in my life anymore. Church grounded me, gave me resolve. Because I knew that come Sunday morning, I would again be surrounded by people who wanted me to succeed in my life. Who wanted me to have strong character and integrity. My successes were theres, and theres mine. It was a community of spiritual betterment. I don't have that here.
I've realized there are things inside of me that I don't ever want to let loose. Anger, Jealousy, Pettiness, Deceit. I can't control those things by myself. I need god in my life. I need that support, that rock in the hurricane. Without it, I'm all too exposed. I'm corruptible. And far weaker than I ever thought.