To wake up everyday with a desire to write but no words, just emotions and fleeting thoughts.

I often contemplate the nature of my soul and very existence. What purpose do I serve in this world? Why is my mind so fractured and wildly out of control all of the time, how is that useful?

If everything is ordered according to God’s plan, what could he have possibly been thinking to do with me? Also how is a person whose mental and emotional state is in such a constant state of turmoil ever figure out God’s plan for their life? God doesn’t speak to me, and if he was speaking to me he needs to stop using my own voice because that isn’t working too well.

So, in moments of semi clarity I cry out why! What were you thinking God?