I ought to be satisfied by now. You would assume that after years of filling in the ________’s of my heart’s desires, that they would have ultimately produced a joy that quenched the inner thirsting of my soul. Yet, here I am. Still wanting. Still dissatisfied with my 9-to-5 little prison.
Still, unhappily married while staring at Jezebel’s digital screen of pornographic false-promises, hoping to find solace through the sensations of extra-marital sex while, still, yearning.
It’s like I am running a marathon on a treadmill, expecting to get somewhere.
I work harder, and longer, so I can buy more stuff, and yet even when I have more stuff, I hardly enjoy it.
What’s missing? What’s missing from this mirage called “life”?
If my senses were created to dance in delight, by nature, then my Creator has created me to enjoy the world wherein He has placed me.
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