You'd think I wouldn't need to be reminded of our isolation--our individual prisons of flesh, bones, marrow, and skin. I constantly want to be alone. I perpetually quest for a better understanding of my self. I am blockaded with my individuality, for what feels like a lot of the time.
You'd think I wouldn't need reminding, wouldn't you? But I find myself depending on what I can do for other people, depending on what other people think I do . . . in the end, it is me He looks at, and judges, isn't it? Not my actions or what other people think. I get so heart-weary, sometimes . . .