I, for myself. have not a single problem. I never really had a problem in my life (there were difficulties to manage but there was always a smooth path to handle that shit!). In a way, that I don´t understand I am blessed. Why? I don´t know. My life is fucking awesome and I am thankful for that!

But everyone I still have contact with has tons of problems with/in this world. They are about to lose their house or they have serious health issues (no, they did not!) or their mental state is breaking down in some heavy ways. They all contact me to talk. I am trying to tell everyone that the answer is Jesus but it seems that no one is really listening to what I am saying.

I am not sure how I could explain what I am trying to say, but their problems start to affect my personal life and comfy zone in some way. I am not bitching about that, trying to help as good as I can. But instead of reading the Gospel and some books that helped me to understand Jesus much more they try to give me advise with regards to things in the world. That´s just fucking crazy and brings me to this

"No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him. And I will raise him up on the last day."

and because of that, my most important question to myself, why me (in the most sincere way)? Intense times!