I wrote this out on a piece of paper about six months ago and I forgot about it until now. It seems appropriate for me to post it, since I'm feeling sort of the same way today.

Oh how failing are the things of this world. Not one steady thing under the sun is there. Friends come and they go, and come again, but alas, some are gone forever. Families are created and grow, yet so many are broken. The triumph of success is a beautiful feeling, but all too often overcame with the despair of defeat. Beauty is inexplicable pleasing, but such an eerie contrast in this world compared to the horrific and grotesque.

The time when fullness comes is a source or joy, but also springs forth guilt. What have we done in this life to have any good brought near us? Did no one see that we are unworthy of the sun, water air, oceans, sunsets, fields and mountains on this earth that we are privileged to live in? Who decided us worthy to be sisters and brothers, sons and daughters, and to have some friends that will always love and never leave us? Why are we so blessed?

This world is one of mixed emotions. With grass growing in the pavement and thorns on the roses, it is a little hard to make sense of things. The ups and downs are jarring. Nothing is steady. How can we live with this turmoil? Some days we feel we need someone, anyone to save us. Already He has come, though we cannot always feel it. Right know though, feelings don't matter. I choose to live past the impulse and rest confident in my Savior.