Walking By...

"This world is living
In the pit of despair
And no one knows it
They are all unaware
She sits on the edge
And ponders what'd follow
If she fell away
Would life still be hollow?
Could it be better
To embrace the next chance
To leave behind this
One-sided endless dance?"

~~From "Apathy"~~

These are lyrics I wrote a while ago. (Visit here to see some of my song lyrics) Anyways, as I'm walking to my classes these last couple of mornings, I've seen all these people walking along the sidewalks between buildings, some of them are talking, some are standing, some are standing and talking, and others are doing one of a million different things. The sight makes me wonder: do they all know where they're going? I can just imagine that there is a giant fiery hole in front of them, and one by one they are falling into it, not even noticing it's there.

I'd like to think of myself as a witness, standing off to the side, watching as these people walk like lemmings to their demises, but I am forced to realize that I may as well be one of them. I cannot see the ground in front of my feet, and for all I know I may lose my footing where I stand and fall. This makes the nature of life a relatively scary one.

I must rest on something. I must find something strong. Thankfully, I do have such a Rock. However, even then, I tend to climb off and wander without even realizing it. It's such a hard thing to stay grounded, and to avoid the potential pitfalls of life when everyone else seems to be out there in the sand and doing better than I am. There was this painting on the wall of one of the rooms at the church my family used to attend when I was little. I saw it more recently as a cub scout, but still it's been many years. It had a large crowd wandering down a street, and towards the end there was a fork. One side of the fork was lined with flashing signs and pleasures. The other, held the cross. A few people actually were walking across the cross towards a white and gold city, but the mass was following this other path downward, ending in a fiery pit.

I claim to know the Truth. I don't claim to know that what I know is Truth, but only that I believe that what I know is Truth. Yet, if this is true, why do I find myself walking blindly, instead of in the light of Christ? There's a story I wrote a while ago too, that sort of deals with the same thing (see here and here). Only now, it seems as I am somewhat in the dark, at least at times. I guess we all feel that way at times.

(I'm not really finished with this entry, but I'm out of time, so up it goes. I'll finish it after class...)