Through

I’m seated right at the front. Resting my chin on the bottle. Eyelids are weighing down. Limbs are almost motionless. Except for my right hand, because it’s the only thing that’s keeping me awake. I stare down at my paper. Red ink scrawled all over. While the lady before me speaks, I sense a veneer of hypocrisy. Not her, of course. How can she be blamed? It’s the way society functions. With the perpetuator invisible. While everyone runs this rat race. Aimlessly. Got me wondering, why do people bother running when they have absolutely no idea where they’ll reach ultimately? But this point is moot. Maybe in life, there is no answer because we are all brought up this way, accustomed to competing albeit we have no idea why. Maybe we have to search for the answer, but ultimately, what does it matter? Do we have a choice, even? To disqualify ourselves? Many have sought but never found. But truth is, I don’t think I’ll ever need any answer. Because He has found me. His grace alone, suffices. Life is just so overrated sometimes.