Azeri
Jul 19, 2010
Writing Feedback / As the light begins to dim, Faith. [9]
I sometimes experience exactly the same feeling. As like life is rushing by leaving me, the passive observer, outside. I cannot reach and subdue breakneck speed of life, get myself involved. Not my faith which is at times seemed to be blowed out by gusts of utter despair, and not the faith of others that are even wanner than my own, but my perseption that I have to struggle for my place, for my ego, desire to prove that I'm able to change things to the better help me not to stand aside of the unceasing course of life. May be this is what called faith or dreams, I cannot comprehend completely, and this makes me even more confused. My life is a constant battle for not being pushed out, battle of my thoughts.
It seems as if life before us is playing itself out on some 3D screen. It's a movie and we have no part in it.
I sometimes experience exactly the same feeling. As like life is rushing by leaving me, the passive observer, outside. I cannot reach and subdue breakneck speed of life, get myself involved. Not my faith which is at times seemed to be blowed out by gusts of utter despair, and not the faith of others that are even wanner than my own, but my perseption that I have to struggle for my place, for my ego, desire to prove that I'm able to change things to the better help me not to stand aside of the unceasing course of life. May be this is what called faith or dreams, I cannot comprehend completely, and this makes me even more confused. My life is a constant battle for not being pushed out, battle of my thoughts.