Monday, July 13, 2009

i sometimes wonder if i imagine there to be more to life than there actually is. is happiness merely a passing fancy that never tires of being chased. and if so, when did it pass me? and where do i pick up the chase? or maybe it's something that lands in your lap when you're looking for something completely different; something without a name. i wish i could stop wondering.

1 comment:

Cheryl said...

So many things come to mind--some of them probably too flippant for a guy who's stuck on the couch. Just remember that to everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. I think you're right about the landing in your lap thing. When I chase happiness, I end up getting hit by the proverbial cars. When I chase the Kingdom of God, I find myself content in the most unexpected places.