Something in this world's trivialities has caught me in the merry-go-around of a systematic lifestyle which we are inevitably all bound but only some receive the displeasure and the despair which it brings.
My fire burns alone in this empty society. A beacon overshadowed by the darkness around it. The winds of loneliness and the rains of superficiality come again and again, threatening the life of this fire. It is slowly fading. It is becoming one with the emptiness.
Only one thing can rekindle this fire.
It is the Word. It is the connection with the Lord Himself that can ignite this fire once again and return it to normal, return it to a scorching bonfire emptiness and darkness surround in fear and amazement.
Yet I have become reluctant. Over and over again, I have caught my lips uttering "dirty words", as my math professor calls them. They began slipping through, and now are swimming in my mind. Along with this, the feeling of feeling of estrangement with the community at my school. The yearning for brothers and sisters to join once again with me in brotherhood.
But in the midst of this internal storm, I praise the Lord. As MLK had written in his Letter from Birmingham Jail, "I have no despair about the future."