Fight the Past

It's not always about letting go. Sometimes, I have to face reality head on, and remedy the mistakes of the past. Even if the roots of sin grow long and deep, they cannot be left in the ground. What if certain memories have to be purged? Whether they seem well or ill, the last fibre needs to be burned.

To the pure, all things are pure. Surely my heart is far from pure, and my intentions usually have more than a trace of corruption. I am worse than double-minded: for my mouth, my heart, and my actions often do not agree. Is that why I cry to be delivered from this life, this body of death?


My first year of university lessons is over. The exams are coming. I am running out of time, especially for math. I wish it were easier to get motivation. Maybe I'm not asking my friends.

I used to think friends are people who would cheer each other on, people who could express confidence no matter what happens. Perhaps this is asking too much. Everyone's got issues, yes, but apparently everyone's not good enough to handle life.

I'm no longer looking for perfect people; the closer somebody comes to filling my subconcious criteria list, the greater their flaws stand out. I am looking for people who are striving and struggling, like me, to love our Lord.