Usually when I start out with “I 
have nothing to say”, I end up writing a thesis, so this may not be any different.
The past few weeks, I’ve been overwhelmed with the notion of how important our bodies are. I don’t want them to be so important. I’m not sure that they are supposed to be. Though, if you think about it, they are what the external representative of our internal beings. Sometimes, when you see a picture, you make assumptions on who the person is. Sometimes those assumptions are true, sometimes not so true. I don’t the external version of myself matches with the internal being of myself. But we make major decisions based on who we associate with according to the way a person looks. Why is that so?
OK. I really have way more than this to say, but I can’t really put it to written word. When I try it tends to sound more like I’m complaining and maybe I am a bit. Because I want a world where we are really known for who we are and there is no need for assumptions. I want a world where I don’t need to hide for fear of being hurt. I want a world void of premises, void of worrying about what others think of me. I’m looking forward to eternity, where sin no longer reigns. Oh, how I wish that world were here today!
