I'm not sure how much you believe in magic. I know that I love illusions, but growing up it was often to decide what was illussion and what was real. I wanted to learn magic but there was one thing that I could never figure out...
The first time that a magician did a dissapearing act, how did they get back?
I feel like sometimes in my life I am a magician learning new tricks and often times I learn the first part of the trick without considering the flip side. Its like planning a trip to Mars figureing that we will figure out how to get home once we get there.
I am so often in my life taking on newer and better and greater things and many times the things that I am already committed to suffer.
But today, I am back!
I think that over the last three months I have allowed myself to slip into a deeper depression than I have been in for quite some time. Not a depression of saddness but one of apathy. I have had very litle desire to do much of anything. I have had a few shinning moments, but alas I slide back into a world void of desire and energy.
Today I rise from the ashes. The Pheonix lives again.
The Mighty Blue Wizard is refreshed and rejuvinated ready to conquer all that lies before me.
God be praised! For in him we are saved. We can rise from our lives of aorrow and pain and live eternally.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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