Worth The Weight?

I wonder tonight about a few things that may seem trivial to some, intriguing to others and a waste of time to those too caught up in their own little cocoon of a world to care. I wonder why the whole process of divorce has to push you to the point of hating someone you once loved intensely and whole heartedly. I cannot imagine how it solves anything to condemn a man when he is down and then torment him about money when he has nothing left but the clothes on his back and an automobile. I wonder if it is worth the weight on my mind to consider ending a life so full of promise, yet fraught with failure. God help me sort through this mess of a life; even as I contemplate a long drive home tonight screaming at an empty car seat  and imagining who might be there causing me to do so. It makes my life seem even more pathetic; yet faith says that things happen for a reason.

Is there really a plan for us or are we just random bits of coded DNA attached to an orb orbiting a sun that  happens to be precisely positioned to support life? Does the atheist care if all this randomness leads to theories that explain so diverse an array of life all evolving from a single cosmic event? And like that ultimate question that arises from a story of survival about a boy and a Bengal tiger: Which do you prefer, the pitiful account of humans behaving badly on the open sea, or that God lets us decide a few things and then presents a challenge for us to figure it all out on our own? The weight on my mind certainly makes me wonder if the wait for answers is really worth the time of day. Decide for yourself if any of this makes sense as I doubt any person will even read this blog.