The nagging need to be alive...

Whatever it is, it's probably only going to last for a while. Your cold, your bad hair day, your dying mother's last will and testimony, the planet Earth (or are we calling it Urantia now?...whatever), the love of your Hermit Crab, your new shoes, this thought. And what is it to stand for something? For your family, for freedom, for the right to live the way you wish to, for a church, for the world, for a leader, or for a follower's belief. Everything under the sun passes away and is already dead and gone a million times over...or not. I'm right here typing these things here in the forever moment filled with beauty untold, with the chill of winter biting the tip of my nose, endless thoughts and some tasty chex mix...bold party mix, to be precise. So I say to you unfaithful, you fools in your madness all around, swine, foul, unworthy ones just like me, be alive and know this life is a precious gift, a chance to be. God loves you.