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There are moments in life when we must stop and reflect, look back from the direction in which we came, and see where exactly we’re standing. In some instances, it may seem like four or five years have passed without much progress at all, almost as if our feet have been slipping on the terrain. Where we stand, though, is the result of our own actions, decisions, and will. No one has forced our hand and we must own up to the responsibility of our actions, decisions and will, seeing how, in the past, it has caused us and other people suffering and anxiety. Every dollar spent is both cause and effect of the economy; every bad word spoken both cause and effect of an ill will.
I stand convicted as a sinner before God and Man. Lord, heal me and forgive me.
I found out today that a girl I went to school with – a girl who I once had a crush on for many years, actually – committed suicide sometime ago. She was such a sweet girl, and I feel sorry for her. I’ve never really understood the meaning of tragedy, but I think it must be something like this.
I’m going to die someday. And my girlfriend will too. I’m not sure which is worse: to live one’s life striving for money in order to pay the bills and buy a few simple luxury items like books and music and go out to eat once in awhile, or to sit at home without a job, without a worry, with nothing to do. I don’t think she really understands death, but who am I kidding, neither do I. I’m hardly the one to talk to her about it, but I love her. Fr. Bill talks every weekend about the parish’s debt and other social justice. Not him either.
I’m not tired.
I stand convicted as a sinner before God and Man. Lord, heal me and forgive me.
I found out today that a girl I went to school with – a girl who I once had a crush on for many years, actually – committed suicide sometime ago. She was such a sweet girl, and I feel sorry for her. I’ve never really understood the meaning of tragedy, but I think it must be something like this.
I’m going to die someday. And my girlfriend will too. I’m not sure which is worse: to live one’s life striving for money in order to pay the bills and buy a few simple luxury items like books and music and go out to eat once in awhile, or to sit at home without a job, without a worry, with nothing to do. I don’t think she really understands death, but who am I kidding, neither do I. I’m hardly the one to talk to her about it, but I love her. Fr. Bill talks every weekend about the parish’s debt and other social justice. Not him either.
I’m not tired.
