The Sinful Heart of Life

Rob Williams
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Why is it that wrongful and painful decisions feel wrongful and painful? Why is it that transgressions find shelter in our habits? I know I’m a sinner, yet my decisions are made without consult from my regrets.

In dark tunnels, there was a light ahead. I wonder if that light’s fading. Will that little light grow into a flaming fire, or will it wither and die as all others do? I must be foolish to assume otherwise.

If I’m complacent, the wind may surely blow, and that light won’t last a moment. If I’m honest, you’ll surely put it out yourself. Either way, it’s still cold, and I’m still broken.

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