Do you ever get the feeling your life is so disoriented, everything you undertake seems to drain the very essence of life that drives your purpose? So much so it weakens your strength of desire, you passion for pursuit, and quite grossly, your dreams coagulate into a messy clump, insoluble in none, for there are no solutions.

That does sound pretty cathartic but in so far as to where I stand now, the outlook of my future does come across that bleak. I'm not one who usually beckons to the call of pessimism but when you are all drained out and still working, it leaves you empty a lot.

But I guess being empty means there's room for more; space to be filled and the unknown to be explored. That keeps me going, just a little short of an imperturbable front, but suffice to wear this suffering out.

We all know this is going to be an arduous climb no doubt and there is no reason less for us to feel dissuaded or discouraged in light of such minute setbacks.

Faith is as solid as a rock, more so than the coagulated dreams which appear fastened in place.

But they are rock solid like your faith.

Destined to withstand hardship and torture, protected all the way

till the end.