It's easy to get carried away with the bustle of life, forgetting the reason why I call myself a christian in the first place. It's funny how you never quite realise how much of a selfish and navelgazing person you are really, until all that misery that you think is being inflicted on you suddenly backfires on misery itself.
Instead of waiting for the perfect one, work at being the perfect one instead. These words roll off the tongue with ease like a familiar jingle. Yet the former holds an appeal tt the latter can never achieve.could it be, that at the end of the day, we are, in fact, more aware of reality than we realise? The former, perhaps, more achievable than the latter?
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