Life is unpredictable. No matter how hard we try to determine how things will go, it never seems to go according to "plan." Our ideas of what the world should be never seem to follow the path we have set them on.

It's good to be reminded of this. Somedays, like today, I feel as though I should be somewhere with my life other than where I am. When I see a situation that I feel unsatisfied with, ie- reality, I don't want to deal with it. I hate feeling stuck. I hate feeling as if this is it. And so I start to make plans. I set goals of where I want to be, of how I'm going to be happier because I'll be attaining this goal, and how my life will be not only more peaceful, but I will fill more fulfilled.

How easy it is to fall into this trap: That life might not contain any suffering or hard times, that life, here on earth, might somehow fulfill me. It amazes me how often I say that this world will fail to fulfill us and then forget their meaning in my own life. And that peace can not be found in the world. This world of decay and fallen dreams and diminished hopes. So why do we keep searching?

God has set eternity in the hearts of men. We long for more, because we long for perfection. For the day that the TV isn't too loud and the blinds won't rattle against the window. When the news won't tear into hearts proclaiming death and triumph of the evil of men. We are to long for this perfection so that we remember this isn't our home. We aren't supposed to be fulfilled, complete or perfect. That will be the goal accomplished at my end and that will be the day of pure joy in attaining it. And it will be by no work of my own.