"Life is hard". I heard that a lot when I was a kid. My parochial reasoning failed to grasp the weight of those words, if not the truth of them. There's a reason why it's called "child-like" faith; life has a way of decimating our very sense of purpose and meaning. Yes, we do learn from our experiences, but do they really bolster our growth? Is our faith not rather to be strengthened as we grow, or does maturity constitute nothing but burgeoning despair and ever-growing doubt? Oh if I could believe like a little child again... (at Kharkiv Oblast)











