Webster has no definition for my word of the day so I will coin it here.
Cloudy about the goals ahead and disappointed with present self.
Is the importance of the outcome of my (hard) work equal to God as to me? Where is this not true? I ask myself. What changes need to be made so this is always true?
I considered a life as an empty wall, and its goals and projects as notes taped on it. The adhesive on the tape as strong as the heart's true desire to see the outcome of one or another. Some things are completed. A few things stay until the wall itself is broken.
And yet some, over time, fall off.
But do they fall in rhythm with the stripping of my layers from a God
who seemingly is willing to grant me peace if I only listen and obey?
Or do they fall to my own song of self-defeat?
The principals behind leading a real life, for God, are so strikingly simple. Is it complex to learn them (and therefore live them), or complex to learn to avoid everything else?
Sidenote: Check out John Maeda, president of Rhode Island School of Design; amazing.