Somehow, it feels so good, just knowing that im staying away. Like Heath would say, just drop away everything and do something else. Well, at least the joy of serving just makes me so excited, and joyful again. You know somehow i can feel the diffrence know between that warm fuzzy feeling and joy. That warm fuzzy feeling (from a thought of something) just has an unsatisfiable thirst, whereas joy is pure and wonderful by itself. It brings so much satisfaction. And im glad im embracing joy, and doing what i enjoy doing.

And get away from all these things and stop desiring more from these ppl.

I just feel happy leaving this place. But yet to get back to God and the word.

What more can i say? I hate this warm fuzzy feeling. In other words, passion. Nothing wrong with hating it right?