A bag full of paper

On my drive to church this Sunday, one of the last 30 minute Sunday drives I'm going to have, a great sadness overcame me. I'm not talking depression, but really just a moment of hypothetical regret. Call it a moment of clarity. Imagine looking back from your future eternal life, and glance back to what you are doing right now, or yesterday, or the day before. Does what you see make you proud to be given the gift of life, or do you find yourself caught up in a rat race that you have been raised to both simply accept and be motivated to fight for?

Why are we as a culture addicted to $3.10 unleaded? Does that, or the entertainment that we are constantly told to focus on, bring us any more power that we constantly, futilly, innately try to grasp at?

There is a power greater than I can imagine attaining that I will never attain but will someday be completely overwhelmed by.