Winter Light
God, why have you created me so eternally dissatisfied? So frightened, so bitter? Why must I realize how wretched I am? Why must I suffer so hellishly for my insignificance? If there is a purpose to my suffering, tell me so I can bear my pain without complaint. I'm strong. You made me very strong in both body and soul, but you never gave me a task worthy of my strength. Give my life meaning, and I'll be your obedient slave.