I’m not sad, or truly happy – just satisfied.
I don’t expect this to change, and I am grateful for what I have.
But it’s hard to say what “that” means. That thing that makes this worth it … the cheap weed? – no.
Something more, and maybe it will electrify me.
But the world feels broken.
I don’t think I care what people believe at this point – I fear for my own faith, some days, but not for the faith of others. Others will proclaim, as they kiss the boot of Satan, that they are “good” Christians.
Know who you are mode, before God.
This is boblimptock.