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I Write Whatever I Want To Write

Uh, Hi. I wrote some stuff recently. Just short little blurbs. A bit of a self portrait.

1. "I think what I'm most upset about in life is that people are so upset about such trivial, mundane things that they miss the point of it all."

2. "Tens, perhaps hundreds of suits and dresses hurried around him... nothing but an irritation, an inconvenience which cost each individual a few seconds of their precious, worthless time. The man continued his commute at his own leisure, inhaling the familiar sights and sounds and smells of his short daily walk. There was no urgency in his step, but he walked with every ounce of authority afforded him by the nature of his work and every ounce of peace afforded him by his faith. As vital as his job was, nothing was so important to him that it kept him from enjoying the world around him.

Yet his was a mind filled with tomorrow's problems and yesterday's mistakes, just like everyone moving past him."

I wrote 3 and 4 today
3."I sat on the light rail, watching the city of Denver roll gently past. Central Park, 40th and Colorado, 38th and Blake...
Anthems of freedom sang in my ears while I sat motionless, torn between everything my parents had done to me, everything Courtney had done to me, everything I'd done to Jessi, and everything Christ had done for me.

It is hard for the mind of a man to wrap itself around the sheer amount of pain in his own soul; harder still to even begin to comprehend the amount of Grace that christ has for that same soul...

Union Station. I thanked God for all he'd done, attempting to pull myself out of the hot tar of my regret and sorrow. The train jolted to a stop, and I resolved to move on and have a good day in spite of myself, so help me God."

4. "He was a torrent of swelling emotions hidden behind the stormy skies of grey-blue eyes. From time to time, his heart would scream out in agony for all he'd done and all he'd seen... but his soul would sing out praises to his God, forever grateful for the work done on the cross."

 
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