What could be worse than death?

So I excel in school and receive many pats on the back regarding my achievements which last for all of five seconds for me and on with life I go. I am way more interested in the workings of this experience and would love to figure out the formula to my idea of success. What is the correct input, to get the desired output? becomes my question of life and on I go on my alchemical exploration.

The one thing that remains a constant desire of mine, surely input by the dual appearance of the experience, is the yearning for “the one”, the one that will make it all worthwhile in this experience, the one that will know and love me totally, all of me, and so college is magically magnificent as an athlete and academic scholarship recipient, and that’s where I meet her.

The first real heartbreak of my life ensues, and from this wonderfully terrible experience is birthed a desire to sing once again and to be more involved in creative expression. So from the ashes arises the phoenix, from a fate akin to death, comes new life.

Excerpt from The Life of God as “me”

by Gabriel Quincy Collymore

website: http://www.kinggabriel.com