Why is it that when God has given you every ruddy thing, you still feel something's missing? You have every darn success that you could ever think of, yet you remain unhappy not because you wanted more or less but something dark fills inside you, something so black that even you cannot penetrate through it to see what it exactly is. That's when you begin to question the sole reason of your existence. It was exactly what you wanted, the fame, the name, the response.. However when God gives you something, He snatches away something too. Just too keep the balance probably, or to make it all just and fair. His justice, we would never understand. Why is that when you think of the 3-year-old you, you question yourself 'would i have been proud of what i am today? was it this that i wanted to become?' and the heart clunches back. The answer is obvious. Denial. Then what was lacking? It was the soul the person in you, that was. it was, who you are.
