Sometimes I wonder why people look to attack others. Perhaps they feel slighted, or like they must repay one jab with another.
Sometimes I wonder why people look to attack others. Perhaps they feel guilty (sub-consciously, for they are too immature to consciously contemplate their faults) for their own mistakes, and so attack others for doing/saying the very things they once did (and perhaps still do).
Sometimes I wonder why people go on and on about things that they have no clue about, just because something doesn't go along with their generalized impression of things. Perhaps they don't like the boat being rocked, and choose to either ignore or rebuke anyone who would dare move an inch outside of a pre-conceived circle of ideas/opinions.
Sometimes I wonder why I can see things so clearly intellectually, but can't put the same things into practice. Perhaps I am scared that if I do "turn the other cheak," I won't have much of a cheak left. "Cheak" here is of course symbolic of something more important and profound... though I'm not sure exactly what it represents.
Sometimes I wonder why I do all that I do, when it would perhaps be better to do little of what I do. Perhaps it is a Protestant hold-over... wanting to "share knowledge" so that we "can all understand better". Petty reason to risk one's soul.
Sometimes I fear when the majority applaud, but then another place in scripture says that the majority should applaud you. It's all very confusing! Perhaps I don't understand because it is not my place to understand.
Sometimes I wonder why people are so inconsistent, but then I look in the mirror and realise that I am no better. Perhaps it's easier to judge than to inspect one's self, especially when those you are judging are being hypocritical about their inconsistency and judging others (though by judging the hypocritical judgers I become a hypocritical judger myself!)
Sometimes I wish I could just leave the world and follow what God would give me. This is just pride and spiritual lust, though: what God "gave me" is what I have right here, right now. God gave me my anger. He gave me my pride. He gave me my failures. Since God is all good, he did not "give it" like he might give a blessing, but since God allowed me to become this way, I say that he gave it to me, since he did allow it for my own growth.
Sometimes I wonder, why do we judge others for using "dry" or "western" language, for talking about theology while we accuse them of being removed from proper praxis. How do we know their praxis!? It is possible that the more pious they are, the less we'd know of their specific doings.
Sometimes I wonder why people have such a hard time growing in thought, and insist on holding to the same beliefs, opinions, and so forth, even when they can be shown to be wrong. I experience this a lot, and perhaps it contributed to my little idiocy 2 weeks ago. Perhaps not. Hindsight is rarely 20/20 (it's usually anachronistic).
Staying at the hospital for a couple weeks taught me two things: I am capable of breaking out of my prison, and I am, right now, totally, sinfully evil. I will not force my evil upon you, but will attempt to be cleansed.