| | I'm rehashing an old entry I wrote back in June, regarding cancer... and how much it sucks...
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I sometimes find myself questioning God's existence but at the same time praying...
Ever heard of the story of Job? The devil goes to God and tells him, man only worships you because everything is good. God said, "nuh-uh". So God and the devil makes a little bet and they bet everything on a man named Job.
God then turns Job's life into shit. Taking away his wealth, killing his family, and then making him sick. All the while, Job never lost his faith. "The good Lord giveth, the good Lord taketh..." or some shit.
So God was basically all, "In your face BYTCH" to the devil.
Here's the kicker... and this isn't in the Book of Job...
So Job, after all is said and done, and he's in the kingdom of God, asks Him, "Why Lord... Why me?"
"Well Job" God answers, "There's just something about you that pisses me off..."
Sometimes I think... there is no devil... just God when he's drunk.
As negative as that sounds, I wondered if there was another meaning to this.
The good Lord gives, and the good Lord takes.
Life is fleeting and for that moment, it's times like this that we should slow down and REALLY appreciate what we have, who we have, for the short time that they're allowed with us. I always thought I had forever but I know realistically that's not right. Death is apart of the life cycle.... and as painful as it may be, it reminds us that we should cherish what little time we have.
When I was little, an hour seemed long and a year seemed like forever. As I'm much older now, time progresses much faster and a year can feels very similar to my childhood hours.
********* I wrote this in regards for my aunt who was going through cancer. She passed away today... er yesterday. I still can't believe it... Life really is too short... so we have to make best with what little time we have.
Today, I watched water boil. My aunt used to tell me if I tried to watch water boil, it wouldn't. I just kept staring into the pot, watching lines form along the bottom of the pot, until bubbles began to rise rapidly.
I keep telling myself I shouldn't be sad and that she's in a better place now and her suffering has ended. I keep telling myself that... but I can't help but be sad...
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