People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.
Whenever I'm confused about something, I ask God to reveal the answers to my questions, and he does.
I freely admit I'm confused. I'm a confused and troubled individual but at the same time...Its Free!
I am still searching for the expression of those confused sensations that we bring with us at birth.
Speed is often confused with insight. When I start running earlier than the others, I appear faster.