The Decision of A Broken Soul

Date Written: Sometime around a week and a half ago.
Status: In bed fighting off a terribly long-winded cold with a fever, headache, sore throat with bloody mucus, and all kinds of symptoms and feelings that any number of people would deem as utterly evil; or at least agonizing to say the least.

I realize that my life, the deteriorating physical body that contains the contents of my eternal soul, is but a wisp of thin air, lasting no longer than the blink of an eye facing a swift, bursting wind. A mortal being am I. Now, sickness is quite an interesting circumstance. It comes about so unexpectedly, yet always appears to produce the expected results of which go by the names of Pain and Suffering; both of whom, after working their treacherous jobs for a while, ultimately resolve in death of the body. The actual job description of sickness, however, is not what makes it an interesting circumstance. What makes it such an interesting circumstance is that the products of sickness [Pain and Suffering] enter into our lives to accomplish one goal: To defer us long enough so that at the end of our lifetime we have fully forgotten who the God that has brought us this far is. Unfortunately for us, failing to notice that He is still there, regardless of how hard Pain and Suffering are working in our lives at that moment in time, will have us winding up in a different world full of unimaginable sickness; a world where Pain and Suffering never stop working, and the God who loves is not present. The worst part about such a place as horrifying as this is that we are given the opportunity, the freedom, and the ability not to choose it, and still, there are people who choose it.

“Ignorance is bliss?”
...I think not.

Make life count; it has potential to end rather abruptly.

-burton 261E