In and out. In and out. In and out. People coming in and going out. The doors of Starbucks never seem to receive a break and I wonder how much longer the door can take before it simply falls off the hinges. With each person that comes in I wonder what their story is. And for each person going out I ponder my own story. This is the life of a wild heart stuck inside a western body. It's not that there is no room for a wild heart in the West, because it is needed, it's more that there's no room for the West in the wild heart. This is the point of conflict that all face but few overcome. This has been my conflict.
Albert Schweitzer said, "the tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives". To come face to face with your own heart in this day and age takes extreme honesty. To walk out the findings of your own heart takes courage. But the Man who never encounters his own heart is like a book with no beginning, only an ending.
Albert Schweitzer said, "the tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives". To come face to face with your own heart in this day and age takes extreme honesty. To walk out the findings of your own heart takes courage. But the Man who never encounters his own heart is like a book with no beginning, only an ending.
