Today I called someone silly, but indeed, sometimes ignorance really is bliss. It scares me how much I'll do to find out certain things, but in the end what I really find out is that I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me. Now it feels like I'm being weighed down with too many secrets. Yet, like I quoted from the comic Conan the Detective, A secret makes a woman woman. It might have been a joke because both of us love Conan, but I think there really is some truth to that statement. I do have many secrets, and perhaps it makes me more interesting, perhaps it makes me more mysterious, but perhaps it makes me more insecure as well.
Now I fully understand what it means to be fully helpless, to be totally relient on His will, to depend on Him. Although yesterday I still lamented that I couldn't feel His presence and I knew that I was being honest, it's been so much better since then. Praise the Lord, really, for You work in miraculous ways.
His verbosity versus my 'quality > quantity', his usage of fancy words versus my 'short, sweet and succinct'... How different we are, yet how similar we can be. I can't compare things, as I found out during my exam today. Two things are too disparate and have too much of their own flavours that to compare them would be to commit the folly of overgeneralisation and depreciate their values. So much for the lack of verbosity.
