there’s remorse from the occassional depravities, fear of having to succumb to that proverbial thorn in the flesh once more, and tiredness from having to face the same issues all over. there’s condemnation from authority figures even though i don’t do what they think i do. there’s melancholy, as i miss the way i used to relate with some and even more sadness and desperation coz i don’t know how i could bring back old times.
then from another front there’s partial uncertainty of steadfastness in the long haul and fear of being left in mid-air like some others. still from another front, there’s disappointment, and total uncertainty as to genuiness of concern, of relations. confusion as to what has been done wrong and as to how amends could possibly be made. regret from being the occassional ass that i could be.
looming still is the possibility that i may be sick. and that there are tasks that may remain unfinished. and right now i may not being doing the best job that i could. because things don’t go my way sometimes. i don’t have third persons within my control. and on the side, i am tired and burned out, and am asking myself if i have de-prioritized the big rocks of my life.
so if i were sick indeed and won’t be able to make it, i would have lived an insignificant life. die an insignificant death. to think that i had all these dreams of grandeur…to serve. to be used for a purpose bigger than myself. (did i take the wrong turns to end up here?)
but if my life were to prematurely cease indeed, i hope it won’t be for naught. that somehow, someway, in the past couple of months lives have still been touched through me. plights made better.
i apologize for thoughtless comments said. comments which probably had hurt. for useless words which did not build up. sorry for acts left undone and for performed acts which should have been undone. malice or no malice (though rest assured, most of the time no malice is involved) involved, i am really sorry. though i try my best to be politically correct, my temper and impulses sometimes get the better of me.
and for these burdensome thoughts, i am sorry. sorry for the rants. these things i don’t often admit that i have. because i hate thinking of doubts and burdens. but i do admit, sometimes i have them. and sometimes, they become too difficult for me to bear.
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probably because i was never meant to bear them…aaaahhhh…yes, eureka. that’s it. i don’t want to carry these all on my shoulders. i am tired of holding on to these issues. i let go. once more, please take over. i am unable to solve my dilemmas. please pretty please teach me how to see everything in Your light. i need You. always, i do. i am weak without You.
sorry for my oftentimes excessively self-sufficient nature. a cause of pride and stubborness. reason behind a hardened heart.
yes, i re-surrender myself to You. my entire being. aspects of my life that remain in the dirty cobwebs, please deal with them. please help me out of the pits. i am sorry for hiding. for doubting, for forgetting. when Your love is just out there, in here. all around me, waiting for me to embrace it.
thank You for Your reminders that You are with me. that i am never alone. Hide me in Your holiness. that they may see me no more. but instead see You.
thank You. i love You.