Belief rant.

Some people go after god because they want to be loved, other because they want to be amazed, shocked from the monotony of life. A lot of people want something to live for. My reason is similar. My faith as a young child was driven by my logical mind and desire to help and protect people. But as I’ve weathered the world for 16 years I’ve begun to be eaten away. The world around me is fragile, Its breaking apart, I feel like the very ground beneath my feet is slipping away. Nothing is sold. Sometimes I feel like a character in a book, who saw the reader, and realized the pointlessness of it’s existence. I’m frail and failing, and I need something permanent and solid to hold on to. That’s all my desperate heart is running on in the drifting life. Because in the end, nothing I do is of any worth. All of my righteousness is but rags.