convenience

You are speaking deeply to my heart, many words seem to come from my mouth, I know I have spoken like that. I remember people staring at me, afraid of hearing that "You sleep a little longer, and you call that freedom" and starting a long discussion on "freedom", very politically correct, with rights and duties to consider. What a poor choice indeed.
"Make your own declaration of independence" and abandon convenience.
"You hold on to your imagined sovereignship for dear life, and you call it convenience."
Convenience is not commitment. Convenience is acting for myself, is to plant flags on this desert and call it mine, is pushing and pulling constantly to keep my position on the cuckoo clock. I am nothing striving for nothing, all is absolute nothingness. I see it clearly, God, You do not have to convince me, I saw it before You told me it is so.
Yet, I hesitate. My heart aches for that, because I know what You mean and I still resist this commitment.
I do not trust this Promise is ripe. I can't stay here any more, but I doubt there is a "There" for me, Now.

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