Faith

What's Wrong With Me?

There I was. Standing at the reception desk at the doctor's office, I was locked up. Stumped. I couldn't answer her simple question.

It was never a question, for myself, whether I would one day
     be what, and whom, I wanted to be.
The fact had always stood,
     with opportunities in abundance.
But there that day the questions seemed to proliferate.
What next to do that I hadn't already tried?

Life and Death:

Essentially different;
Opposites;
Mutually exclusive, yet

Inseparable.

You can't have life without death, for all must die.
You can't have death without life, for,
Death of whom but he who had lived?

so…

"What is truth?" said Pilate, as he turned his back on Jesus. Of course he meant it to be a sarcastic hypothetical question. I believe he had no idea of its prophetic implications.

I was enjoying life and all it has to offer; sort of.
Opportunities in abundance, good times indeed; mostly.
Looking to the future, eager to grow; usually.
Worried, though, about missing something important;
Always.