Faith makes a fine pillow,

I'm comfortable with routine, who doesn't. Every morning, I take the same route to the nearby bus stop, stepping unto familiar footing each time. If it rains, one of the loose tiles sinks me into a puddle of murky mud water. But somehow or another, even though you know that bad tile has failed you not once or twice but countlessly, there's always this strange tendency to keep stepping on it to trace back familiar footing. I didn't take that leap of faith so maybe I should, and stop plunging into these muddy waters. After all, certain moments call for that embrace of risk when the time is right. This semester has indeed taught me a lot, spiritually and emotionally.