Worth makes the man and want of it the fellow. The rest is all but leather and prunella - Alexander Pope
The following story was taken from the journal of a man. There’s little to nothing known about this man, but this journal entry was submitted by a relative. They considered it an act of kindness to submit the poor mans work, in hopes that it might reach someone. It’s a useless story, if you ask me, but I don’t make decisions around here, I even asked about the necessity of such a piece? There’s nothing to it, the question is rather wretched and useless, if people want to celebrate a Holliday, why should they not? It’s none of my concern.
After a while the rain subsided and the sky and atmosphere was entrenched with grey fog.
I don’t know what this feeling inspires, should I be happy or not?
The rain certainly is pleasurable. The noise, the drops, and the coolness. It was that kind of rain. The kind that produced a grey fog.
The grey fog made everything dark, the sun disappeared. But the cars on the highway shine bright lights like a pilgrimage. I don’t know if light is used, but I’d suspect that going through the dark night required light, so going through the fog the cars turned on their headlights and made their pilgrimage known.
The thin, leafless trees pained me. But I was in awe at its mere existence. I wanted them to be green and full, but they were tired.
The rain started again, but not as strong as before. It was weak and hardly noticeable.
The cars I mentioned had lights, but now while driving through the streets the houses, too, had lights.
It was December and Christmas was near! It’s true that most people celebrate Christmas, yet do not celebrate Christ. Can someone celebrate a holiday, a tradition, a faith and be removed from its source? The essence of all things? I believe so, but it’s a terrible inconvenience. But it’s not the complete truth, if you worship “I” or part take in something like the “I” without the truth, it is not true anymore! What made Christmas is the truth, not the likeness or mere enjoyment of the truth. The passing by of the truth can leave you in adoration, in lust for the truth, but it cannot give you the truth. The adoration of truth is not the acceptance of it..