It’s one of those days. I don’t get them as much as I would like. The kind where I couldn’t feel worried if I tried. I think it is called serenity.
Last night as I was going to bed I had a thought about faith. I wondered if it has to be in a defined God. I don’t have one anymore. I would like to, I just don’t. Then I thought about my life and the fact that things always in fact do turn out ok. It isn’t about the way I wanted them to be. It is about the fact that it is ok. All I have to do is make sure that I am ok with the way things are.
I remembered my friend the “Dragon”. He always asked me, “What if you spend your whole life worrying about it and it never happens.” The answer would be a lot of wasted time.