Why is it that so many people don't understand me? Out of all of my friends, two know the real me. My family doesn't even know the real me. Why is that?
I am currently reading a book that is asking me to question Who I am? Not what I do, or what I like, or even what I believe in. That's just it-I am having a hard time dealing with this question because after all, the actions someone takes defines a person. If you like to read, that means you are a reader. If you write, then you are a writer. But this book is telling me no that, this doesn't count. I don't know. I guess maybe the reason why it seems that few really understand me is because at times I don't understand myself.
The things that I know intrinsically about myself are far different than how I act. I believe in love but I haven't had the chance to love yet. I believe in strength that has no boundaries but I set up walls all the time. I know I seem like a sad person but there is joy that I find in the world every day.
The other question I am having is that if there is so much evil in the world than why should Christians fight so hard knowing full well that evil will win every day that we live and knowing that Good will overcome all in the end. If what we do, really doesn't make a difference in the end then should be believe that the means of what we do matters. For example, if we tell the truth but want to tell a lie then as Christians this was wrong because we believe in the means not the end. Just a thought. That's all this is. Just my thoughts.
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