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I'm reminded, again, of how it hurts to love and to care. We see problems, but can't fix them; we feel pain, but can't take it away; we sense that people are drowning in their tears, but can only look on as outsiders wallowing in our own sorrow. Sometimes, I want to grab a stranger by the shoulders and shake him so hard that we both wake up to our dreaming selves, and to the sleeping world, and to what it means to be in the world but not of the world.
you are more right than you know. sometimes the most difficult thing in life is to just stand by and watch, knowing that those who we love will make their mistakes and hurt. people will do as they please, but i suppose that is a true measure of love; can we still love those around us despite the pain you know they will cause you. it is in some senses self-sacrificing, and yet we know that this is exactly what we called to do. the dichotomy once more between the the world and God's plan for each and every one of us.
take heart, for ours is not of this world but much more.
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i updated xanga, with kind of similar thoughts. i think it's sad that i haven't talked to you in a long time. i also think it's sad that i'm online and you're not. ha.
oh. this comment is straying from the topic at hand. darn. i need a good gchat conv to feed my ravishing appetite for reflection.
do you think that's how dad feels sometimes when he watches us make bad decisions, lead our own lives and don't take the time to hear from him? does our disobedience make dad hurt?