At times I feel defeated. I feel trapped in my own corner. I am weary and my own thoughts bring me down. I ponder if things will ever get better. Over the past few days I've been dramatizing over something that honestly has nothing to do with me. I am stuck in the middle of it. I am wedged between a piece of wood and a nail, being hammered over and over again. I can't do anything about it at all. And that's why I feel the way I feel. Hopeless.
Like my mother once said, not all human beings are nice. Some people don't have the same light as you. Some people carry darkness that is utterly uncomprehending. But that I had to fight that darkness with the light God gave me. God knows this light of mine has rapidly dimmed out over the past few days. I just don't want to fight it anymore. But what if my light goes out for good? What if the darkness wins?
Like my mother once said, not all human beings are nice. Some people don't have the same light as you. Some people carry darkness that is utterly uncomprehending. But that I had to fight that darkness with the light God gave me. God knows this light of mine has rapidly dimmed out over the past few days. I just don't want to fight it anymore. But what if my light goes out for good? What if the darkness wins?
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