aigoo what a paradox

is this life

i trust and yet i cannot trust

i see the vast potential for both good and such wrong in each soul

the beauty and the mess

such black darkness and such extreme hope

the capacity to do such harm and the indwelling of the Holy Spirit

how someone could have such a great heart and yet hurt me so much

how things are not what they seem, but deeper, more complex, more shades of gray

how i trust the wrong things and for the wrong reasons

how our motives are so utterly mixed

and how good intentions can often end in such failure, such detriment

how easily the immovable will can be moved in the wrong direction

how our instincts are towards self-destruction in a spiritual sense, even as they are towards self-preservation and gratification of the temporal and physical

how both obvious and counter-intuitive is our faith

how the flesh betrays the spirit unto death

how we can find ourselves so quickly thinking/saying/doing things we never fathomed we could in a million years

how incomprehensible is the scope of this life, it's breadth, it's consequences, it's power and meaning... it's trancendence.... we don't even know the half of it, and yet we think we're so on it..