Why'd you have to go and make things so Complicated?

Summer is that time where you forget. You forget all the stress... the pressures, the frustrations... the complications. When life re-starts in the fall? It's like those complications consume you. I have yet to find a solution to this.

Life is complicated. Hah. That's an understatement.

The question is, why. Why is life so complicated?

Well, easy answer = sin.

We're sinners. Complicated is what we do.

I'm not used to this. Summer is so stress-free. All of a sudden, complications are looming over me, and they're all I can think about.

Whyyyy.

Isn't that the question that can always be asked, no matter the situation? Why? Why why WHY?

Sometimes it doesn't have an answer. And there's nothing you can do about it. Like love, for example. It just doesn't have an answer.

I've loved so deeply. So truly, so greatly. But one can always love more.

I know this, because God does it every day. He loves more. And more. And more.

I want to love more. Unfortunatly, guess what that brings?

Complications.

Love hurts. It tends to mess everything up. It builds your hopes, only to make them fall... and CRASH on the floor.

I love my family more than I love anyone. I love my best friends more than they know. I love my beach group, my class, my church family.

So much love. It hurts.

I never know where I'm going with these. I just write. I often don't have solutions. And if I do, they tend to be made on the spot because I know I have to conclude the post with something positive.

This time, I don't think I'm going to do that.

There is no conclusion. No solution. Love will always hurt. No matter what. It will always have consequences, it will always bring you that soft, or sometimes intense, throbbing ache.

Even the love of God. He loves more passionatly than you or I will ever know. Just knowing that hurts.

But that's life. Complicated, messy... hurting. Just another reason I love it so much.

Weird, huh?