This is as good as it gets.
Right now. This moment. The pinnacle of what I will become, what my life will mean for future generations, the imprint I will leave on the world when my flesh has rotted and my name evaporated into the thick, putrid air of humanity.
I’ve been deceived, up to this point. Not necessarily consciously misled, but consistently tricked. Daily existence is not valleys and mountains, rough terrain and flower-filled fields. It is a treadmill.
The illusion of traveling somewhere, with the reality of standing absolutely still.
Waiting to breathe until the stage is set, the audience is assembled, and the curtain rises—this is tragically pathetic. For most, that scenario will never be apparent. For some, it will arrive and then depart without an ounce of the fulfillment and gratification it dangled in front of our eyes, with tempting sparkles and magical pledges.
If the flicker of a candle waited to burn until it thought it would be the brightest…
I refuse to suffocate under the mantle of a materialistic culture with socialistic ideals. I claim responsibility for no life but my own. I don’t exist to improve a less-fortunate soul than me, as hypocritical charity to maintain my self-obsessed security. I don't wake up in the morning to contribute pennies of copper to my bank account, or to pay off a student loan. The glory of Christ is in this disgustingly frail shell of a being, where today I find myself alive.
I live this moment, and only God knows how many seconds I will burn.
