i dont think about what certain things are or how they are supposed to be..
for me believing in God feels like something that comes so natural for some odd reason.. i feel like thats just the way my mind/heart/soul works.. i guess i don't struggle too much with God because i haven't really had anything like shocking happen to me that makes me question His existence..
but even tonight as i passed by the providence river, i couldn't help but wonder and awe at the beauty of it (even though its really really dirty) a river that flows through the city, and the great thing about looking at it at night is that you can't really see the dirtiness but you see the river as a whole.. its pretty..how could God not exist in order for that beauty to co-exist with us imperfect and at times ugly humans? its harder for me to believe in the thought that there wasn't any purposed design/idea behind all of it.. i mean how could something so perfect happen just by chance.. hard to believe for me..
hmmm.. i'm venting too much.. it was one second of today where my mind didn't think about intar. it was nice..
*intar = interior architecture.. my current major.. its officially the 1 week mark of school and i am dying of stress and panic.