6.02.2009

daring to move

once again, i've fallen into the same old pattern. living for myself, caught in my own desires, unable to move beyond yesterday. is this life? is it this mindless cycle, where the world just moves and i follow? i'm running the rat race, knowing that something is wrong, yet doing nothing to get out.

but no more. yes, the world moves, and sometimes it's all we can do just to keep up. but there are times when i can move too. when my world stands on the edge of a knife, i can turn my fate. and so it is to this purpose that i write, and struggle, and press on. this doesn't mean that tomorrow is necessarily better. but tomorrow can always be new, and i look for it with new eyes.

De profundis clamo ad te domine.