I see other people reaching toward meaning and accomplishment in this life but I am not invited to participate. So I got to thinking about all the ironies of my existence; here it goes:
Taught to read at an early age, but inhibited in writing by emotional damage.
Taught to highly value education and academia, but denied a complete post-secondary education due to poverty and sin.
Given the opportunity to gain an excellent wife, yet bringing her down with my lack of excellence and my foolishness.
Given one son to transmit the Faith thereunto, yet succeeding in only teaching him rebellion.
Expected to achieve greatness, yet consigned to mediocrity as a 'mere worker'.
Expecting Christian love and acceptance from the brethren at church, yet finding only alienation.
Wanting forgiveness, but knowing that judgment is coming and everyone will give an answer for their lives.
Wanting fulfillment, but finding only slavery and meaningless labor.
Wishing to be part of the Illusion, but in the end only serving as observer of the world's delusion.
Wishing to be established in this world (hoping for the renewal of all things), but finding only that all of life is vapor,
Expanding into entropic heat-death.
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