Is it just me, or is the idea of being summed up in one word scary? An entire existence composed of seconds, minutes, interactions brought down to four letters: Life. The idea that one's being can be a success or a failure terrifies me.
Last night it occurred to me that the concept of life isn't as scary if it's broken down into more workable pieces. We're given moments to succeed or fail for the sake of fulfilling our purpose. If each moment is an individual choice, the entire life cannot be a success or failure, just that moment, after which one is given a whole new moment...a new chance.
What is man that you make so much of him,
that you give him so much attention,
that you examine him every morning
and test him every moment?
-Job 7:17-18
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