To walk with God.

Every step you ever take, is a step toward your destiny

Every movement you ever make, is a letter written in the story of your life.

The most powerful idea in the Judeo-Christian tradition is that this story is being read in real time by the creator of the universe, who will ultimately judge your story, and assign your eternal position accordingly.

It is also generally accepted that to believe in personal Godhood is a sin of arrogance, however, with the foundation of ideas my story has led me to accept as knowledge, the concept of personal Godhood caries a weight far greater than that of some universal overseer.

I am capable of convincing myself that the creator may forgive me of my faults, as it is fundamentally logical to hold the creator of the universe responsible for the faults it unarguably created.  In accepting the idea that I represent a piece of that creator, I understand that I am unable to forgive myself of even the slightest misstep.

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About chrooth

No this isn't some sort of midlife crisis thing. I'm just adapting. Like anyone else on here, or who does this, I believe I am writer. Unlike most others, I believe I am a writer because I have always written. Long story short, I was a really weird kid and sometimes it just felt like the only place I could turn for some solace and empathy was an empty page. I've always been a melodramatic writer and I've been really happy for a long time so I haven't felt the need to write but when I do... I have to. I basically live on the road, so my journal is hardly ever within reach, and when it is I convince myself that I'm too busy to make any time for it. So here I am, embracing the future, having acquired the journal that will follow me almost anywhere. I'm having one of those, "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE!?" moments, and GOD after so long I can't tell you how good it feels to just let my mind spill through the tips of my fingers again. I suppose this would be an appropriate time to qualify both my ability and my intentions. I am not a good writer. I am told I have a strong tendency towards run-ons, I over punctuate, and I curse like a sailor. I can't spell for crap and especially while typing, I have a tendency to just leave words out. As I mentioned earlier this "blog" is meant as a replacement for my long treasured journal, which tends to imply a need for privacy. However, if you were to ever read my journal, you would eventually come across an entry musing over the purpose of a journal, wondering why they are written and kept in secret. I have no secrets. I had far too many secrets for far too long and I assure you, I have no more energy for them. Additionally, I can not properly conjure any feeling of being heard by manufacturing an imaginary personality that lives in a book and understands my words. So I write, and have always written, to you. Thanks for reading it!
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