Apathy

Apathy

“I’m only human,” we so often affirm. Lord have mercy! “Only human?” What, precisely, does that mean? That I can’t, or more accurately, I don’t want to change? That all my failures, all my miseries, all my shortcomings, all my accomplishments, and all my joys are a matter of fate and destiny? This, in my mind, is the most apathetic proclamation that a human can make.

Patience

Patience

Life, it seems to me, is so often an exercise in waiting. How we wait and, more importantly, on Whom we wait, is what makes the difference between treading a path towards death or treading a path towards life.