Wolf in sheep's clothing and running, running.

It baffles me unceasingly why human beings resort to so much hypocrisy.

Honestly, does it make them feel better about themselves, when every word is a double-edged sword aimed at slicing you apart? No, this is neither a rhetoric question nor a sarcastic comment; but a genuine disbelief at what or where some believe outright lying or conniving will make them feel or bring them (No I have not forgotten what you told me last week, and yes it’s the complete opposite of what you are saying now). Seriously already, is your physical body that dysfunctional that putting someone below you at every given chance creates some sort of mutant endorphins that makes you insanely, deliriously happy? Do you not see that your scathing sarcasm is not obviously subtle, although it appears to be disguised as such?

Forgive me, if I fail to understand why some or, should I say, too many more than some, believe you are the sweetest darling alive, my Sweetest Shark in the Fish Tank.

In other news: nothing like a good, long run to clear one's mind. Plugging on my beloved ipod, with the Lord's music overwhelming my ears and thoughts, I liken the journey to my spiritual one. I love to run, primarily, I have come to believe, for this reason. Me and Him, we always have a good chat during those times. Sometimes, He is quieter than I'd liked, yet I always come through knowing He is there and He listened and is listening still. I always tell Him, that all I want really, is that when I see Him face-to-face, to be able to say 'I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.'

xoxo
claire.