This too shall pass

I feel like I really need to post something because my last post was super intense because life was sucking when I wrote it.

I mean, my life is still sucking, but I don’t want people thinking I’ve just been in a constant state of black hell the last few days.

There was those few hours when I got to drink some chocolate wine and spew out all the craziness going on lately to a good friend. And then there was the other time, when I was watching the latest episode of Covert Affairs and I got caught up in the moment and forget for a second that I am not in fact a CIA spy trying to turn a Yemen official into asset.

Oh, and there was the long walk in the park alone with God and the sunset, the homemade spaghetti I stole from the fridge after my brother slaved over it, and that time when two random (old) guys checked me out while I was walking through the HOBO store with one of my favorite people in the world. Old, schmold. I’ll take it.

So no, I haven’t been in the depths of hell 100% of the last few days. I’ve smiled and whatnot a couple times. Once I even went crazy and cracked up laughing while watching Will Smith talk about secret men in black suits.

But I’m not like awesome-sauce better or anything yet, if you’re wondering.

A lot of stuff still sucks. A lot of stuff is still super confusing. And I still easily drift off into despair more often than I should admit publicly.

There is a story I heard once about a man who is asked to gather all the information in all the world and report it back to his king. And after years and years of searching, he comes back to finally tell the king that the entirety of humanity can be summed up in one phrase. “This too shall pass.”

Such is life.

That bad hair cut I got at 17 eventually grew out. I eventually got my braces off. That horrible woman who hated me when I worked at Wal-Mart eventually faded away. I somehow found a way to go on living after my first love died. I finished college. My heart eventually healed after that dude in grad school smashed it on the ground and then put the pieces in the garbage disposal.

The sermons I give always end. The drives to work always lead me to my destination. And even the food poisoning that attacked my body a few months ago eventually gave up and left.

And in 1 hour and 58 minutes, my 28th year on this blue planet will pass, I will turn 29 and I will be that much closer to 30.

But that too shall pass. And one day, I shall look back and fantasize about how young I was at 29.

And I will remember the hell that has been my life the last couple weeks and think, “That too, did pass.”


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