Life has two guarantees – taxes and death.

How much can one soul endure before that final release from life’s bondage?

It’s all about control, or the lack there of.

Life’s challenges, big and small, are to build endurance of character after all.

Where do I stand now?

What have I accomplished?

What do I have to show for my years on the planet?

Where do I go from here?

God?  God?  Do you hear?

God?  God?  Are you really there?

God?  God?  What now?

God?  God?  Why?

Every time I feel that my choices are Will driven, I find myself wondering if they were truly God given.

Tired?  I am truly tired of my journey’s discernment.

I can’t wait for release upon the body’s interment.

Control?  How?  With what means?

Smoking?  Drinking?  Eating?  Drugs?  Buying new things?

Control over my final release from all the stress, disappointment, confusion, financial struggle?  Will my soul ever find its tired way home?

At this point, I don’t know.

The guarantee of death is the only way to go.

Control?  I say so.