Today is one of those days where you're just a bit bored of it all.
I went over to my grandparents this morning, just hanging out and working around the house. I came home and I wanted to play DA2, but, the Xbox was occupied. Thus, I did what any sane person would do. I cleaned the living room and organized all my magazines. Doesn't everyone do that when they can't play?
Now I'm just bored.
I'd love a day without all the things only adults worry about. I'm disenchanted with dealing with bills, cleaning, silly humans, jealousy (on my part), clocks, mirrors, and responsibilities of really any kind. Is anyone really enchanted with any of that? Well no, but that's not my point.
It's a day I wish my vices weren't just that, vices.
I'm in the mood for copious amounts of sugar, dark, dark chocolate, whiskey (let's not get into everyone's views on alcohol), and smoking under comfy blankets on the back porch.
Again, I merely said I'm in the mood for those. All of those are vices of mine, things I desire. Okay, dark chocolate isn't a vice, but it went with the rest.
More than anything, I simply want to be carefree for a while. That's not really a bad thing.
The problem is when, as I used to be, I go to those things for comfort when they don't offer lasting comfort. They don't fix problems long-term, in fact, a couple, (sugar, my face is looking at you) cause more problems then they are worth.
This isn't really a profound post. Just thinking out loud. The obvious profound message would be about Christ being the fulfillment of all our desires. That is true. As C.S. Lewis puts it:
“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”― C.S. Lewis
(2 days later)
I was in fact talking to a friend about the above tonight. How just a few months ago, I went through the lesson of God being my number one source of satisfaction for my desire for love. He, before all, including Somewhere, is my source of that need-meet.
I feel like I candy-coat my faith. I hope I convey that these lessons were not easy. They included heartbreak, tears, angry yelling in prayer, not really at God but just at it all, and much pain. I don't skip through life, giggling at butterflies and la-di-dahing how awesome my Savior is. This faith of mine is hard-fought, fraught with my failures, dirty, real and alive. It is God come to Earth. It is Heaven in dust. It is glorious.