A random thought today. I remembered a friend who casually quipped in an all-guys conversation that there’s something beautiful about unrequited love. The statement was made on grounds of personal experience, and knowingly said in the presence of others who have been there before as well.
In the last few months, I’ve had a few conversations with people angry or jaded at the Christian faith. Not that it was bad for them to happen (I mean I prefer anything that is more candid than small talk) But an online conversation that ends with me utilizing the facade of the smiley face when I retreat in prayerful exasperation is not exactly a very uplifting feeling.
When a million thoughts are lost in you, and you have an urge to just sit down, process things and unpack that mess – But you can’t because there’s just too much that you need to deal with, using an attention and focus characterised by the same depth of energy?
toxic, saturated, crumpled feeling.
It used to be so much easier for me to try harder.
