life it seems to prolong, disappear, and drag itself upon us. we are soldiers in a world that fights against us

I can't do this, but I will. What else can I do?

If I run into the depths of the sea, God is still there.

I don't know what kind of hope to bring to people, I don't know what kind of love to keep offering. There is nothing in me that can truly provide. Why do I try?

In everything I do, I will still mess up. In ever good deed, I will still be lacking. I will never be able to fulfill holiness. So why does He ask me to be holy? because He is holy? what does that mean? I can't live it.

Oh God.

Where are you? "Please don't tell me the reason you aren't here is because you are everywhere."

I miss my past, I miss the joy. Why does it seem like the more you live, the more it is harder to dream and believe?

Please, whoever is reading this, don't let passion leave your heart. Fight for it, because it is all we have.