Live with that feeling most every day of my life.
When I get there (let's just assume that there is indeed a "there" to "get to"), I'm going to have some very sincere questions for [God].
Like, "WHY?????"
You'd think I'd have learned by now. I've known for 17 years, you'd think I'd be over it.
Nope. I still look in the mirror and think, "EEEK!! A FREEEK!!"
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"