what happened to moderation?!
you always hear that saying, right? “everythings good in moderation”….well that and time; but yeah. well this week it’s seemed like the idea of moderation had been thrown out the window. no, actually. out of the glass wall of this hospital room i’m sitting in on the fifth floor. what sucks is to be sick yourself. to be in pain, to know that you have more of it coming. what’s the absolute worse is to see someone you love in severe pain, and you have no control over it. you can’t cook food for them, buy them a present that will make it better, even hug them for the fear of causing more pain. just flatout HELPLESS. i ask what will make him feel better, and of course its music. the guitar he let me borrow was in my car, so i go out to the parking lot to fetch it for him, and just guess: its been stolen. straight out of my car. no windows broken or damage done, so i must have left it open. i dont know who to be more mad at: the person who stole it, or myself. Or even to be mad at all for that matter. i just want to hit a damn pause button or something. it crossed my mind to be mad at God, i mean why? why would he let all this happen? but you know, i think if i dont have my faith right now then i dont have anything at all. friday’s my birthday. i just cant help but laugh.
but i still love him more than anything.
