I looked out the window tonight and saw this. The clouds were unreal. So big, so captivating, so beautiful but so far away. Sometimes life doesn't make sense to me. More often than I like, I feel if I let go of something I'll get something worse in return. I don't know if I'm having some quarter-life crisis, but I've never been so introspective of my life until now.
Thank you C.S Lewis for your words of wisdom and hope. The future has yet to be written so nothing is set in stone. The possibilities of where my life will go are endless. I'm mentally drained from fighting myself everyday.
Surrender || I'll try
Trust || who?
Love || Impossible
Be free || how?
I can't be the author of my life anymore.
God, knowing that you are Lord over my life should make this easier right?
You're a better story-writer anyway.