Act II

“It’s everywhere…the constant stream of sounds, the pounds. The waves dragging us down. The way the news anchor frowns and astounds the crowd as they hang on every word. ‘We live in a world that’s fast paced, and to stay in the race you have to keep up or be replaced.’ We’re swept around by the stream of the newest big dream but sometimes it just makes me want to scream because we’re always one step behind. But we think it’s ok because all of society’s that way and how else are we going to feel like we’re giving our say? We fake a smile and after a while we get up and put our mask back on, but we’re silently asking someone to save us from this endless pursuit of happiness, this search for a new dawn that never seems to come. We need a break so we can take some time to figure out what really matters—so we can go back to feeling awake. But no, it’s always the next big thing—look at this expensive ring and how well she can sing—oh how we cling to the things that are sucking us dry. We search for a thrill or a chill knowing what we need is something to fulfill, but until we turn to the right place we’re going to be trampled in this rat race of people just as lost as we are. If only there was something worth giving our lives to—anything so long as I don’t have to keep reliving this endless cycle. It’s seems we all have this hole inside like a part of us has died, and we don’t know how to get it back. My whole conscious is starting to feel out of whack as I realize we’re all missing out. Living for pleasure is not what life’s about; we’re meant to shout out loud to the God who made us to be with Him, but because of sin we’re not where we’re supposed to have been. Instead we’re stuck here wearing our nerves thin trying swim through what the world says is ‘in’ and finding it’s not always as good as we think it’s going to be. If we could just open our eyes and see the Savior who’s reaching out for a hand of a person broken enough to plea for help. We need to place down at the feet of Jesus our burden we try to wear as a crown—and in return, we get a gown of peace. We don’t have to try to save ourselves anymore—He tore apart that illusion and opened the door to a life with Him. And filled to the brim is that hole I never thought would be full, but I now feel whole as I give up that endless chase and the pace of someone afraid of being replaced. I fall into the embrace of the One who took my hand—something I didn’t have planned—but He had a greater call on my life than I could then understand.”