Today is odd. I find myself wanting to write, but immersed in so many thoughts that conglomerate into interconnected mass confusion that I do not know where to start. That happens a lot. It is frustrating. I am terrible at poetry, but this is kinda what keeps trying to come out I think.
I am struck by how easily I get distracted; by how easily my brain becomes consumed with a passion for things of this world and so easily discards a passion for truth and faith.Where is your passion?
I am struck by the mystery of power. How it is exchanged in our daily interactions, and how I so easily let others have it over me.Who has the power?
I am stuck by the implications of my distractions; how they are centered on my thoughts, my needs, my desires, my life.Where is your focus?
I am struck by this inward focus that can bring me so far away from who I am and what is true. What is true?
