Sometimes I wonder what my fuel for the fire is.
I think most of us like to think we have an idea of who we are, where we’ve come from and where we are going. When I moved out here I think all I knew was I was mommy’s girl and daddy’s girl and there weren’t no changing that.
It’s strange how things have changed. I’m still those things but it’s more than that now. Now, I belong to me. Rather, I belong to the Lord–whether I feel like I do or not. He may be silent sometimes but He’s still omnipresent.
There are times, like now, where I could just scream and cry over all the things that are wrong with the world. Someone once told me truly sad people don’t tell other people they’re sad.
Life is this battle, and it’s not just this conflict of staying positive or letting the man get you down. It’s not five dollar foot-longs really not being five dollars. I think it’s more like, how do I pass the time? That’s where the battle is. What’s my fuel for the fire?
Or, are we just all falling.