The Confessions of a College Dropout II

 



  I stare at the ceiling hoping time would fly. 
  Deep into my thoughts in an hourglass.  
  Feeling depressed, feeling lonely, wondering how long I will last. 
  The family is drawn apart.    
  Seeing everybody running in their own lanes makes me feel a sense of incompletion.  
  Comparison is for products, not people.   
  But bumps and bruises blind my vision of self.   

  Burying my former self in college was the best thing I could've ever done.   
  Within every blog page rests a piece of me. 
  Some accomplishments you don't need a degree for.  
  Bridges burned, cuffs turned, you live and learn.   
  Relationships were short-lived.    
  Promises were broken.   

  True colors were revealed.  

  Reality's heroine had me high for a minute.     

  All praises to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.   
  Since putting on Christ in baptism my spiritual eyes have been opened.  
  Not all news is good news.    

  And sometimes all news is fake news.  
  Whether you like it or not it's the truth.   
  We turn on the news hoping to be saved by the narratives.   
  The only thing we need is God's love and grace.    
  It's through the blood that was shed on Calvary where we can find the remedy for all this madness.  

  The SJW Community are the actual villains in a story that they think they're the heroes in. 
  Being woke isn't a badge of honor anymore. 
  Protests and rallies aren't seen as a desirable civil right and duty.    
  It's not like trolling and canceling people who differ with your perspective made a difference anyway. 
  We all have our own devices of escapism.   
  I'm no different.    
  One time I tried to text Mother Nature.   
  She told me she wasn't in the mood.   

  Meanwhile, billionaires look down carelessly on earth and play golf on the moon.   
  Humanity has turned into a rabbit eating its way into an abyss.     

  Evolution is a process not an event.    

  Every day, every hour, every minute, and every second I'm in a constant state of progression.   
  I am thankful and grateful for God's provision over my life.   
  Waking up every morning I send prayers of humility and joy to Him who strengthens me.  
  My status is no longer a concern.   

  My mind, body, and soul being renewed is my only daily habit.    
  I am proud of what and who I am becoming.   
  When I reach the next version of myself, I'll get back in touch.