A hundred days of happiness burned away in a moment of selfishness.

OH Woe

I am a hard-hearted bastard who doesn't give a flying fudge about your problems.

Nothing gets to me like problems with my design work.

Feel emotionally, mentally, and physically drained.

All from just sitting down and thinking, planning, trying to do something.

I don't wish to serve.

My Joy

I take this cross of my own accord, not because I enjoy suffering, but because in the trials and tribulations I find some kind of joy. Joy that cannot be gotten from an unchained existence; joy that has no need to be explained or comprehended.

A statement like that makes no sense. But it is true.

And for this same reason, I love as I do, with all the sufferings that come with it.

This is for you.

I choose. You choose.

My personal beliefs are personal.

The experience of God is a personal one.

A religion brings one closer to God.

It involves rituals and theology.

Is religion communal or personal?

Do I need a religion to know God?

I think not.

So why then do you choose to be Catholic?

I choose to follow this path.

You did not answer.

I did. But you do not want an answer.

Nights of silent sorrow that reach far within the darkest depths of nothingness.