I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
One man felt that he lived very hard. He came to God, told him about his troubles, and asked:
- Can I choose another cross for myself?
God looked at him smiling, took him to the store of crosses and said:
- Let’s choose..
A man came into the store, looked around, and was surprised: There is just a variety of crosses – little, big, medium, heavy and light.
A man was walking by the store for a long time looking for the littlest and lightest cross and finally found it, then came to God and asked:
- May I take this one?
- Yes, you may, answered God, It is your own cross.