Books and Bukowski’s

Bukowski says we're all just busying ourselves with the irrelevancies in life while waiting to die. He's not entirely right yet I don't entirely disagree. Are we all just waiting for death to come? Some giving up without bothering to play, others opt out before the game started, and others play the game, sometimes a bit too well. I truly believe that without direction or purpose, life becomes meaningless and aimless. Having an understanding that there's a life promised beyond ourselves and this world, is rather comforting and makes life worth living. Knowing that you're a conduit for all things that gives Him glory and that your name will be written in the Lambs Book of Life, is a rather comforting and grounding belief. Perhaps to Bukowski that's yet another ideology that keeps the mind busy before death comes.

Well, he's dead now so I hope he got the clarity he needed while resting in Sheol. And perhaps I'll see him soon too, but in the meantime, I'll keep believing and reading — thumbing through each page, hoping and praying while the world rests. Of course, busying myself with the irrelevancy and uncertainty of life with nothing but a mustard seed of faith.

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