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The End of Sadness

Classes were suspended for two days due to heavy rains. That means I didn’t have to go to work. Hence, I had two days of complete rest (of course, additional two more for the weekends).

 

But for the past days, I’ve been experiencing the kind of sadness that I usually feel before during Ber months. I’ve been tracking down the source of this inevitable feeling.

 

Perhaps, I was just tired. In the first three days of this week, I’ve  been very workaholic. I even stayed late at work last Wednesday just to finish some errands. My physical body might be the source of this feeling, and I might just be running out of batteries.

 

If it wasn’t, I might blame the weather. With two days of constant pouring of rain from the sky, I can’t help but feel extremely cold. Although I do not cry or whatsoever, I felt a pang in my heart that I couldn’t explain.

 

Do I need someone? Do I need something? Am I lacking anything? Many thoughts have been running in my head. Plus, I got a sty since Monday that made me more irritated.

 

I’ve watched few movies and finished a book. Occasionally, I did some work out. I even went out with some cool people. But these distractions did not take away entirely what I was feeling.

 

Until I continued reading the book “Act Like a Man” from Victory (actually, it’s a gift from a special student). I was in the second chapter when I realized the answer to my problem.

 

Probably, I missed God.

 

Yes, I do pray everyday. I whisper thanks and petitions to my Heavenly Father everyday, but perhaps my intimacy with Him was not rock solid that I feel this emptiness in me that only Him can fill. Suddenly, I erased all my theories and still myself to the most important antidote to my dilemma.

 

It was God whom I needed all this time.

 

I have to go.  I think I need God.

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