I don’t want to ask things from God.
I should be content right now, but unfortunately, there’s something I’m lacking.
I’m beyond thankful, I count my blessings everyday.
I just don’t know how to get over never having an equal. I’ve accepted apathy for quite sometime, but denial is slowly peeling off my chest.
I know there’s more to life than the superficial, but I can’t direct, or even convince a small group to keep God’s commandments. So what’s the point?
I know all I have to do is ask, but it’s almost as satisfying to watch them choose the wrong path over and over, knowing it’s not my fault.
Then I get a new lease, and the cycle starts all over. Former loves grow old with regret, and I stay slightly the same age.
I don’t know how much longer I can do this for, because I know eventually, I’m gonna have to face this problem in the mirror.