struggle

why is life so full of that one word?

the struggle for freedom, the struggle to be understood, the struggle to me who we are, the struggle to find meaning to life, etc,etc,etc.

don't we ever get tired of it? i've never felt so drained in such a long time. and it's not just the soccer fix that is getting to me, but i think my mind is back to working overtime again and i'm not used to it. yet.

i've suddenly got this verbal constipation now. weird because i never seem able to shut up these days. i seem to drone on about something or another. i wonder how the people around me can take it. just ask me to shut up, really, please.

God has his funny ways, even in a soccer field, empty and seemlingly lifeless. but really, i never thought it possible till He showed me the way..

i need to sleep. i'll continue on this post tomorrow..

spence