Life & Times of a Literary Zeus

Those times you are asked to prove God, but you know telling them your heart truly feels transformed won’t be enough because physical evidence is somehow all they want. Ive been dealing with this so much. I accept everyone no matter their faith, race, gender..sexual orientation....and yet Ive been attacked so much lately FOR MY love of GOD...not there's mind you.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about humans. People, as social beings, who long for relationships with other people. I don’t know where to go with this idea. On one hand I want to rant about Faith and God’s existence, and on the other hand I want to write about the word “social.”

I’m a person, I speak words, I laugh, I love, I am involved in people’s lives, I believe there is a God far bigger then I,

Then again, I’m a human, I type words to express myself, I get happy when another person chooses to follow how I live my life, I thrive on people caring about me and letting me know they actively want to know what I’m up to every day of my life, I….I…

Why are you reading this?…

As social beings, we long to be cared for, and loved. You want my love? Yea, I bet you’d ‘Like’ that. No, I don’t want anything from you, or give you a heart because you post something interesting. Meet me for a cup of coffee and tell me what makes you tick. Tell me deep down what you love and tell me why I am writing this and my eyes are watering. Let me reach across the table to touch you and ask you what your life is amounting to. You may post hateful things, so hateful , it makes me dislike you , but that’s not you. I know it’s not. Tell me your fears, and hopes, and dreams, and why your life matters. I dont think anyone has ever asked you.

Why should you read this? Why should I write this? I’m no one to you and yet if you got this far I am now a part of your life for these few few seconds. And to me, I feel special, because now I know you care, at least enough to read… I don’t know what I’m saying..