Sunday, 2006 September 3 10:58 PM CDT — Siloam Springs, Arkansas UNITED STATES
I feel like a failure. I feel like I disappoint God, yet, somehow, I just live with that. Had I disappointed my closest friend or an intimate lover, I'm sure that I wouldn't be able to sleep. However, when the person that I disappoint is God, I shrug it off and live out my day without much deviation in my emotion. Why is it that I give the courtesy of at least feeling bad when I disappoint a close friend, but I retain my good humour when I disappoint my Saviour?
Quote to ponder: «Fra il dire e il fare c'e' dimezzo il mare.» or “An ocean lies between what is said and what is done.”
© 2004-2012 Daniel Wolfe
My name is Daniel. I do what any pissy, twenty-five-year-old child of the millennium does: I blog. I just kept doing out when it went out of style.
Also, I'm very vague.