hmm.

One of these days, I'm going to finally know what my life was meant for. I don't mean that in an emo sort of way either, I mean I legitimately look forward to when I can look back and go "uh hah!". Knowing what's going on in life is something a lot of people do not come to realize until late in life, or never at all. I can suffer this, but my thoughts are ever focused on obtaining that relinquishment of when I finally come into understanding of what God meant by all this, what my life was meant for. As Switchfoot would say, "we were meant to live for so much more, but we lost ourselves."