Lowku due to no time fuuuuuu!

I have very little time for this post, like, serious nega-time, but it's almost the next month and I want to get at least one post up per month. Thus, this may be haiku-like in its brevity. Except without the poignant, crafted refinement of a haiku. Maybe a lowku.


A sickness of the spirit.
Straining. Trying. Taking responsibility for my mediocracy as though I was a dog that just pooped the rug.
God doesn't want a bunch of sourpuss's walking around.
He wants a bunch of laughing children, happy and carefree, playing all the time. Playing hard.
It is an act of extream bravery to trust in the unerring perfection of the universe.
Well, until you see that's the truth of it. Then it's just obvious.

Who's moving these fingers across the keyboard? Who's creating these thoughts? Not me. Obviously not me. I'm not sure 'blame' is the right word, but it is clearly all God's doing. So stop taking responsibility. Play your part to the hilt in this amazing play, but stop pretending it's more than a drama on a stage, or that you wrote it.
Play to win, play with everything you've got,
but in the theater seat of your mind, grab some popcorn, sit back, relax, and

just enjoy the show.