Here is an excerpt from an unpublished short story I wrote about my experiences with faith. This happened when I was nine years old.
This isn’t a complaint post about stupid or rude people. And, I’m not asking if people think about jobs, daily chores, or to set their DVR.
I mean, does anyone ever think deeply and wonder about their place in the world? Didn’t philosophers once ponder the meaning of life? Does anyone ever do that these days?