It can be exhausting

This world

And the games we all play

The nuances of social interactions

The roles

The tones and undertones

The bravado beneath the falsities

It can get so fucking exhausting to follow along with sometimes

That it’s almost much easier just being mellow

And free and going with ones own rythym

God doesn’t fault you

God doesn’t fault you for trying your best

To be the best you can be*

True to yourself

True to others

It’s the Devil that laughs and celebrates when you go out of your way

When you purposely cause harm

And/or turn your back to other people’s suffering

When you behave selfishly

As if only you, your loves and your pleasures existed to be fueled

That’s when the Devil has another soul to feed off of

Another soul turned away from God


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*just you’re own personal best.

Not some figment of people’s imagination.

Not someone else’s notion of what that should be

Not standards set by anyone or anything outside of yourself

You may think you know what you’re capable of

But you truly aren’t aware

Of just exactly how amazingly wonderful that really is

You just can’t grasp the reality of how other worldly you are

Underneath all the bullshit you’ve piled on. Lol