The World is a Hateful Place

I hate this world.  Every pursuit is meaningless.  Everything i do is distasteful to me.  Pleasure seemed pleasurable at its doing, but at night fall, in bed awaiting sleep - it all returns, a dreary emptiness.  The next day the cycle begins.

But it is a good kind of hopelessness.  It is the evidence of the life saving grace of God.  Calling His child to come out from the world and turn to His Christ, the Savior, the Redeemer, the True Life.

You will not understand, one who does not know Him, even if he possessed the most briliant of mind, cannot fathom anything of The OTHER.  But HE reserved such wisdom for those who fear HIM, even if they be of inferior intelligence like i.  So i continue on - the daily grind awaiting His Truth that make sense of all that i am going through.

Meantime, I am in the eye of a hurricane.  This world is like a hurricane - not of forceful destructive winds but worse - it is a hurricane of senseless and mindless pursuits of the flesh that never satisfies, it swirls without end till suddenly it stops and everything comes to a standstill and there is nothing but destruction and a deep sense of loss.  Then it starts again.  The next shopping escapade, the next overseas trip, the next expensive meal, the next promotion, the next relationship, the next movie, on and on.

Sickening.  Life draining.  Empty.  This is Life on Earth.  And it just make the world a hateful place to me.