Beast of Nature

The state of affair to life is often a distracting matter. A rough guess to locate the constant source lies somewhere to a need to micro-manage my choices. More than the consequence that meets the eyes, but a need to understand the options, becomes an exhaustive and futile exercise. I had to reminisce what it was that I felt so fresh and clean just a week ago, during those 3-day fast when all things irrelevant are swept away; it was a needy heart that only God can fulfill. A needy heart that persists in struggles between conviction and ambition; it is in between the tension that God often allows life to suffer. And then I want to quit the game, wishing only to become a creature of comfort. So life spirals into much ado about nothing; those same circular footsteps, the whims for more limelight even as the curtain is long closed.

But to this convoluted mess a choice has been made, a yielding confession, and an offering confession, in exchange for a peace of my heart.