Current:
in a dismal lecture hall
feeling the weight of this place
unattentive and exhausted
My apologies for the depressing description, but I'm sort of a firm believer in honesty, so there you have it. I think I come to this point at the end of each phase of life; this particular phase is the end of the semester. I wake up and feel grey colored, unable to feel the joy that i know exists within me. I feel detached and monotonous, robotic almost. For this reason, I long for the break that summer will bring. I ache for a breath of fresh air, and the ability to breathe slowly. I yearn to be freed of this institutional grind, if you will, that comes with attending a university and trying to find life in the wrong places. I am tired. I am spent from the constant slew of expectations that follow me, deadlines that I never make, and small talk. Ugh. God knows I hate small talk.
But I know that my God is bigger than these things. He is bigger than my exhaustion, and my fear.
He will make the dark places light, and he will bring me the air that I need. He is good.
Life is good, too. It really is.
in a dismal lecture hall
feeling the weight of this place
unattentive and exhausted
My apologies for the depressing description, but I'm sort of a firm believer in honesty, so there you have it. I think I come to this point at the end of each phase of life; this particular phase is the end of the semester. I wake up and feel grey colored, unable to feel the joy that i know exists within me. I feel detached and monotonous, robotic almost. For this reason, I long for the break that summer will bring. I ache for a breath of fresh air, and the ability to breathe slowly. I yearn to be freed of this institutional grind, if you will, that comes with attending a university and trying to find life in the wrong places. I am tired. I am spent from the constant slew of expectations that follow me, deadlines that I never make, and small talk. Ugh. God knows I hate small talk.
But I know that my God is bigger than these things. He is bigger than my exhaustion, and my fear.
He will make the dark places light, and he will bring me the air that I need. He is good.
Life is good, too. It really is.