 I ponder and agonize daily about the rights and wrongs in every little thing I do. The confessional is a place of familiarity and comfort now. I reach a point of exhaustion thinking about eternity with God and how impossible it is for me to make it there. I find myself envying the ignorant me or those who have no faith because surely they don't have this struggle. But I know in reality a life without faith has its own set of struggles. So,