Everything happens for a reason? Yeah, right...... whatever
My fourth friend died last night.. There is no plan. He was a father of a little girl. He was the proud business owner of a trash company. He provided, obeyed the law, and was a kind soul. He died in a head on collision last night. Nobody will ever know "why" he had a head on collision. There were no witnesses....Did someone fall asleep? Was the other driver drunk? Does it really matter? Not really... They are both DEAD!
As The Candle Burns - Don't Burn The Candle from Both Ends - An Alcoholics Tale
People say "Everything happens for a reason". What is the reason? Why would any entity kill someone or something to prove a point? Somebody out there is going to have to help me with this, because it doesn't make sense to me. Will I be a "everything happens for a reason" example for someone else? Once that "someone else" gets it, what does it matter? They will be dead too shortly...
There is no point. Shit happens. You will die. I will die. It won't be pleasant. I want to believe in God, but why, and how does he allow death, pain, destruction, and uncertainty about everything? Show up in my life God! I'm asking you! Your plan is flawed. What's your plan exactly? Plagues, disease, and despair during the "revelations" chapter of the Bible?
If I was God, there wouldn't be pain.. There wouldn't be head on collisions. People's bodies wouldn't be deformed. Cancer wouldn't attack a soul. A human heart wouldn't refuse to work. Everything happens for a reason? Ummm... K.... However you sleep better. the "Plan" is flawed. God, we need to have a meeting! I love you, but your killing me.
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Friday, February 25, 2011
GOD, I'm pissed at you! I'm not even sure you are there
God I'm Pissed At You
I feel defeated, and out of breath. Each time I try, something / someone (is it you?) kicks my feet out right out from under me! Why? Do you have a sense of humor? Am I at your expense to meet those needs? Well, you know what? I'm "f'in" tired. You need to move on and "f" with someone else!
I've paid my dues, you need to take a step back for a moment. I've been living most of my life in quicksand, so stop wrapping weights around my ankles! Would you fucking stop it and let me get out of the sand? Would you stop sprinkling happy dust on people that don't deserve it? GOD, I'm pissed at you!
So, you have given me free will? Ok, fine... great... thanks... That would be freaking great, if you didn't give me the wonderful gift of addiction since I was a damn kid! Thank's a lot GOD! Are you there? Are you a selective GOD on who you give your attention to? Have I not tithed enough for you? Damn, you piss me off. I'm not sure that your listening or if your even there.
I've thought about you a lot over the years. I made it in to Church a few times. I've gotten down on my knees and have knelt by my bed to try to talk to you. I've read your book, and I've bragged about you! Are you there?
What have I done that has angered you so much? What do I have to do to make things right? Body blow, upper cut, right hook, I'm down for the count! Thanks GOD.
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