Day 125/126 of 366 (writing this adjacent to midnight)
I've seen posts online that tell you to simply keep some things to yourself. And they speak to me. Perhaps even yell at me. They back me into a corner, seize me by the collar, and spit the words so close to my face I can smell their truth-bomb breath. It is rancid. Tough to stomach. Yet, I am unfazed. I gently push them out of the way and face my audience again. Blissfully ignoring my nagging regret from the future, I step onto my podium, and, with great detail, delve into the dark alleyways of my corrupt mind. I am a God-fearing person. At least, I aspire to be. As of late, I find it difficult to trust in God's plan and believe He is giving me only what is best for me. I know. What do I know? God's wisdom is far beyond my comprehension. Not only my comprehension but comprehension of every single human God has created. Our brains can't understand how God is aware of the lives of every single individual out there, from the words they speak...