I am, a creation of dust and made by dust
I am, a free entity with all the choices in front of me
In me, there is a will to
live my life
In me, there is a destructive tendency built by hate
Questions asked, never satisfied with my existence
"To
where I have to go? The purpose of my direction"
"Why must I face all these sufferings?"
I've been longing to find my reason to
exist
A life of sin is reality I must accept
The Book cleary refers to fall of our ancestor
Many would call it as a tale and
nothing more
But I can feel its Truth in my own bad blood
Until I find the reason of my suffering...
...through the knowledge
written in Bible
No one could make me satisfied with the answer
No one knows me, except The One whoe gives me breath
In fact
there is only way God has prepared
I don't think it's wise to take all things just for granted
In fact that there are many
distractions around
Try to keep myself from knowing His will
