Allow me to be random.

I have been sitting here with a big cup of tea and a pensive mind.
Pursuing deep and heavy trains of thought.
Damien Rice doesn't help.
The cows on my mug are in love.

I think goodbye, in a context of finality, is the saddest word I have ever heard.
I think we as humans are stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
We keep on surviving, through everything, though it feels like the end.

Damien says:

"Do you come together ever with him?
Is he dark enough, enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
Is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
Does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free.
What about me?

I know I make you cry.
I know sometimes you want to die.
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so be free.
If not leave him for me before one of us has accidental babies.
For we are in love."

My tea is gone.
Don't get me wrong, I have so much joy right now, in my Jesus. I am at peace. And I feel hope and love from all around me, from Him. I am excited and content and in Love with my saviour. There is a smile on my heart.

But thinking about depth of the human heart intruiges me. Exploring it like I am captures me. And draws me steadily in. Objective, yet so very subjective.
The more I know of it, the deeper I fall. The greater I feel.
The meaning of tears. The meaning of tears and a smile.

I want to know more. I will keep looking.