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What is it we are so afraid of, just existing?

Is it so horrible that we can just be, without a clear reason, and keep breathing, moved by some impulse greater than our conscious minds?

Is there some way we can make that emptiness sacred, and leave that God-shaped hole for Him to enter in?

Can we take a pause from TV, news, twitter, facebook, books, games, or even just that constant drone of our thoughts?

Can I just spend this moment, and then maybe one more, not looking for an answer?

Can I actually trust in something other than my own feeble reason for just one second?

Can I revel in the joy of being alive, and let that be enough?

Can I accept what is, just for now, and let what will be, be?

Let it be.