Looking back at what happened over the past year, I suppose I wasn't really as mature and steady as I thought I was. I learnt earlier yesterday that the word "peregrinate" is supposed to describe a person with the air of a well-seasoned traveller who has perlustrated a good deal of where he's been to. I wonder how well I hold up to certain things in my journey with God now.
Sometimes there's just this thin diaphanous veil separating the groanings in my heart from their manifestation in this reality that I'm in. A subtle and delicate dichotony. Sometimes I don't know how to pray. Sometimes I just pray to God to far remove all my grievances.
It's easy to go down the declivitous lane, that easy, broad, slippery trap of a potential well that draws you into an abyssmal lack of hope.
What do I yearn for? I'm not too sure now actually. When I remember the 21st of October, all I remember was the wish for an anacampserote. But how that desire has changed, how it has become an entirely different entity now.
I suppose writing is still my catharsis. The phantasmagoria of the outside world is simply too much for me to bear.
Oh but to bear my cross daily. Surely that means to be in the world?
We'll jolly well see. :)
God, thank You so much for everything, for listening to me, for speaking to me. Countless times I've fallen, but countless times You've received me back into your courts. And it's because of Jesus Christ. I pray for strength and wisdom, and resolution in this coming new year of 2012.