the words stuck in my head this hour: those are my best days, when i shake with fear...

i often find myself in situations so unfitting, distress i have no need to carry. sometimes even the little things can cause a groundless flow of emotions. 

it is so easy to desire much more than this world, a longing for an escape from all the cares. though there is no wrong in dreaming of the eternity that beholds us, this desire can become selfish. it is only natural for us to feel "sick of society" or everyone around us, as is the case with most non-conformist. i think we all feel this way at some point or another in this life. why can't things be just perfect all of the time? i often vision of an atmosphere so stimulating culturally and intellectually, but would this one wish bring me joy and peace? is my happiness depending on something i can lose? 

 "but wishes can't accomplish my desire, pardon if i adore, when i admire"

 ~Anne Bradstreet

Bradstreet, the lady responsible for making all my thoughts into sentences, to make clear of all my jumbled humblings. she too confesses, "o pregnant brain, o comprehension vast"... so much is buzzing back in forth in my mind, a surplus amount of scribbles and lines, i feel like i know so much, yet i seem to stumble at even the smallest of understandings. 

as humans, we "often vainly look to worldly pleasure for satisfaction, though eternity offers the only true security possible". these transient feelings may uphold us for some time, short time. we may eat, drink , and sleep in all carelessness, but when unawareness hits us, all our pleasures are sent back in light of The eternal. 'tis truth, if earthly comforts were permanent, why do we so often seek for something of supernatural powers?

i am so prone to vexation, then prone to chastise myself for these short-comings, but in all endings i see the purpose for them and the growth that comes along it does not fail, even if that takes time, lots of it. each night is a new adieu, a new adieu each morning. in the midst of it all, my God is good. 

( & the source, below)  

"Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one"

John Donne

Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:

Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot

A constant habit; that when I would not

I change in vows, and in devotion.

As humorous is my contrition

As my profane love, and as soon forgot:

As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,

As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.

I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today

In prayers and flattering speeches I court God:

Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod.

So my devout fits come and go away

Like a fantastic ague; save that here

Those are my best days, when I shake with fear

...( i tend to drift from my main ideas, for new ones are flowing in and will not let me break, but they are not something overlooked, just additions i may add to future "shared" thoughts)...