Misery is a Butterfly

"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins. " --Franz Kafka

August Burns Red

Alright. Here's my question: How can so much be accomplished by people who know and understand so little? It's as though the entire world has scraped by with a well-constructed mask of credibility and everyone just assumes that people know what they're doing. I just assumed people knew what they were doing. They don't. The teller at the bank doesn't know anything about banking or finances or investments or anything relevant to her job. The construction workers don't have any idea what any of their equipment does, besides of course for destroy things. Musicians don't know theory. "Writers" don't know grammar. Realtors don't understand the market. Baristas don't know what espresso actually is. And Christians don't know what it means to be disciples. Unfortunately, the only one that is unavoidably crippling is the last one. If we expect the world to listen to us but we don't know what we're saying then we are simply fools begging for blind agreement from a crowd of skeptics who are once too many failed to throw trust around. We have failed. God have mercy on us for that. Take time to enlighten yourself. Please.