Man, why does everyone but me seem to know what God's calling them to do? I mean... Logan, I'm so happy for you!
I am so sick of everything always being all about me. I think about myself way too much, my problems, whatever.

So here I am, in Reno, Nevada, the "biggest little city in the world," my only friends my family, no direction, no church community (yet), no clue why I am here instead of Mammoth, no idea as to what I am supposed to be doing, or if I am even supposed to be here or if I am really supposed to be somewhere else, wondering if I am really in God's will. No one seems to want to give me another job so I am just not really doing much at all on the weekdays. I was going to go job hunting today but my brother is still out with the car, and it doesn't look so professional when you go job hunting on your bike and come in all sweaty, carrying your seat and helmet, asking for an application. There are no jobs in Parks and Rec here that are not lifeguarding or landscaping jobs right now.

There is a place
with air so thin you can hardly breath
a deep purple sky
and a mountainous view
but I can't get there
I don't know how to climb
There is a place
with sun so near you're blinded by it
the arc of a rainbow
and a thunderous roar
but I can't get there
I don't know how to fly
There is a place
with water so deep you're afraid of it
an everchanging landscape
and an enveloping blue
but I can't get there
I don't know how to sail
There is a place
with forests so wet you can taste it
an invisible abundance
and a thriving green
but I can't get there
I don't know how to explore
There is a place
with a love so strong you're overwhelmed by it
unimaginable color
and a forgiving spirit
but I can't get there
I don't know how to die.