29 August 2012
I have looked back on my life many times and tried to make sense of all the blurred memories. I'm sure everyone has pondered the past and said what if? I look at the past and I notice that if I had not made the bad decisions that I made then the life I have now would never existed.
I have spent too many years drilling my life into the ground. Even in the midst of running like the Devil I found my self falling faster into his arms. It's been 35 years but now I can truly say I have died for Christ.
Everyone's world ends at some point. I think mine started to end when I was around two, when my dad left. My mother had already moved twice in the two years of my early existence and she was unwilling to keep up with his job hopping. The images I can see clearly from that day was the black leather couch, the tv being a distraction, and me coloring in a book. Then the door opens and he was no longer there. He had left me with nothing but his name.
I had seen him through the years a number of times. It wasn't until much later in life that I realized I was better off with out him. Yet I lacked that proper father figure that every boy needs.
This Is The Way The World Ends • Opuss № I