Sometimes I just lose sight of the end, forget the gravity of things, miscalculate the extent of love that could compel One to die for all. When I look at myself from a third person's point of view, nothing I do or say or think or fathom could ever seem mature enough to understand or to just be at the same level as so many others or even to express enough any trace elements of gratitude. So why the inferior feelings? Or ..not. What is this.. Web that I've gotten myself entangled in? Can you do anything better than to give it your all, your best, and not give ground to other temporal things that resemble wisps of invisible smoke from an air freshener? But they seem so enticing, no? So full and so beautiful to behold. That is from man's perspective. So when will you learn to see the things of God, and not the things of man?