This is Cynicism This is Life

One thing everyone knows but refuses to admit is that no one really knows anything. We’re all just winging it and we all start off the same. As children, we don’t know any better than our curiosity and contentment. Muddy and completely mad, we’re unreserved and uninhibited. The life of a child is messy but simpler than hopscotch. It’s concrete, scraped knees, a swiftly slapped Band-Aid, and a kiss from a parent. Adult life is more complex. It’s is a series of math problems that get more complicated with age and can’t be solved with a calculator or a Band-Aid. If only parents had parents to kiss their boo-boos all better. It takes a village to raise a child because that is way too much responsibility to place on any underqualified duo. We’re all underqualified- still children, no matter how long we’ve been wandering the Earth. Gravity seems to get heavier and every year our skin sags closer to the ground where most of us are buried. Wrinkles are a poor disguise for the child-like, wide-eyed, fearful ignorance that inhabits most people until they die. It’s a miracle we’ve survived, and preposterous to think there’s a God in heaven who let this freak show play on for so long without intervention. He did intervene. His Son’s name is Jesus Christ the Messiah, but the majority of the people he was sent to save reduce him to a mockery. The human brain isn’t capable of comprehending vastness. It’s much easier to stuff what we can of a universe into a box than to accept our significantly smaller size and inability to understand. Sometimes I wish it were only a dream. I wish for once to wake up without a sense of dread latching on and sucking the life out of me like a leech. I didn’t ask for this. We didn’t ask for anything, and yet here is this enormous gift called life sitting in humanity’s collective lap. The only sense I can make of it is that God knows something we don’t, and wants us to experience something we’re not capable of by ourselves. There is beauty and there is love out there for anyone with enough faith and hope to search for it.

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