So, It's kinda strange how things workout. Since I teach middle school bible study, I realize that the lessons I choose at random, aren't actually random. The past few weeks, I've taught on Integrity, Endurance, and Courage. All of which, apply dramatically in my life. I'm starting to question whether these lessons are meant for me, or for the students.
Lately I've been finding it extremely difficult to find a job. I've applied to so many already and never seem to catch a break with any of them. It's so frustrating to watch the payment day come closer and closer when I still don't even have a job. I don't believe it's due to lack of prayer, because the Lord can vouch for me that I log into that prayer request several times a day. I trust in Him that I will get a job, and that things will work out, but at the same time, I know that it's not going to go away.
Even after this payment, I still need to save up money for several other things that the deadlines are rushing towards. I don't know if it's in God's will at this time for me to get a job, but I sure hope it is. I'm running out of time, and options.
In the lessons I've taught throughout my great worry for getting a job, I've learned that I need to place all my trust and faith in Him for receiving this, and that I will be taken cared of as long as I keep Him in the center of it all. I believe in this, that He is the center of me getting a job. I mean, I need funds to do His work, don't I?
So then why is it such a chore to find one?
Is this not what I need?
Is there more to the lesson that I'm just not getting? Lord, please teach me this lesson before it's too late.
I place it in Your hands Lord. Thank you for providing me with what I already have.
Insomnia
Monday, February 14, 2011
I sit in my room,
Look at the time.
1:25 it reads,
The minutes tic by.
Melancholy thoughts,
Whistle through my head.
No notion finished,
Or put to rest.
The mind is a maze,
In it’s endless wonders.
Thoughts change,
As time turns,
Then comes to a halt,
Dead end stop.
What’s my thought?
For I forgot,
About an hour ago.
2:29 it reads,
The minutes tic by.
Melancholy thoughts,
Whistle through my head.
No notion finished,
Or put to rest.
Look at the time.
1:25 it reads,
The minutes tic by.
Melancholy thoughts,
Whistle through my head.
No notion finished,
Or put to rest.
The mind is a maze,
In it’s endless wonders.
Thoughts change,
As time turns,
Then comes to a halt,
Dead end stop.
What’s my thought?
For I forgot,
About an hour ago.
2:29 it reads,
The minutes tic by.
Melancholy thoughts,
Whistle through my head.
No notion finished,
Or put to rest.
Life's Perpetual O.C.D Comprehension
Friday, January 28, 2011
Life.
Continual.
Ritual.
Routine.
Cycle.
You wake up, go to the bathroom, get dressed, have a cup of coffee if you're lucky, maybe a bite to eat, and you leave the house. Same routine. Same motions. Every. Single. Day.
In my case, after doing all of that, I go to school, and stay there 'til late afternoon. At which point, I'm burned out and tired from all the boring lectures and am ready for a nap. Yes, a nap. A nap in which I partake on a daily basis. Sad, I know, it's one of life's simple pleasures. Children appreciate them, you should too.
When I'm not doing that, I'm trying to find a relatively routine job, that can fill in my melodramatic life, and offer up a minute amount of money to the spiraling college fund.
Fast forward button? Oh, how I wished you existed.
Continual.
Ritual.
Routine.
Cycle.
You wake up, go to the bathroom, get dressed, have a cup of coffee if you're lucky, maybe a bite to eat, and you leave the house. Same routine. Same motions. Every. Single. Day.
In my case, after doing all of that, I go to school, and stay there 'til late afternoon. At which point, I'm burned out and tired from all the boring lectures and am ready for a nap. Yes, a nap. A nap in which I partake on a daily basis. Sad, I know, it's one of life's simple pleasures. Children appreciate them, you should too.
When I'm not doing that, I'm trying to find a relatively routine job, that can fill in my melodramatic life, and offer up a minute amount of money to the spiraling college fund.
Fast forward button? Oh, how I wished you existed.
Update
Sunday, January 23, 2011
So, I kinda lost all inspiration to do anything with this for a while. I log on, but nothing seems important enough to talk about. Nor do I want to talk about anything lately. Not that life sucks right now or anything. I mean, it's average, and has been pretty good. I'm in the classes I wanted, I'm doing good so far. The only thing is that I'm still unemployed. Hopefully that changes quickly.
After my cousin's death, I just feel like anything posted on here is worthless. It doesn't matter what I think, or what I put on here, when bigger things happen. Today's Sunday, so I went to church. Every time I enter the church lately all I think about is him, and his family, and how I hope and pray that they remain alright. I know God has plans for them, and I know in Him they'll be okay, but I can't help but worry about what will happen to them. What will happen to the son, and how the wife will manage him.
From what I remember of Tom, he was a great and Godly man. I would have learned a lot from him and his opinions of things. His funeral service was beautiful, and was a great reflection of him and what he stood for. It's crazy how his life can be summed up simply by "he was a Godly man". I'm pretty sure everyone who knew him would come to an agreement on that. Which makes me think of how awesome that is.
There's been many deaths in my family, and Tom is only one of two people in all of that, that have such an image to leave behind. I know if anything was to happen to me tomorrow, I would not have such an image. My image would be tainted and corrupted by the life I lead. Then the inevitable therapist question of "and how could you change that?" comes to mind.
How does one change that? Change their life? I mean, it's an entire life, not just something simple or irrelevant. At the same time, the typical answer is simple right? Change a life, by living for something greater than yourself. That it's all apart of perception, and how you view the world and the people in it. Your priorities in life and how you place them. The actions you take and how you make them count. What you allow to into your brain's processing field and what you filter out.
The lists go on and on, and give off the impression of simplicity, but we all know at the end of the day, it's only possible by the amount of effort you put into it. How much you're willing to sacrifice from your sinful life, and how much you stubbornly hold on to.
Decisions, decisions.
Do we have any? Or have they already been chosen before us?
After my cousin's death, I just feel like anything posted on here is worthless. It doesn't matter what I think, or what I put on here, when bigger things happen. Today's Sunday, so I went to church. Every time I enter the church lately all I think about is him, and his family, and how I hope and pray that they remain alright. I know God has plans for them, and I know in Him they'll be okay, but I can't help but worry about what will happen to them. What will happen to the son, and how the wife will manage him.
From what I remember of Tom, he was a great and Godly man. I would have learned a lot from him and his opinions of things. His funeral service was beautiful, and was a great reflection of him and what he stood for. It's crazy how his life can be summed up simply by "he was a Godly man". I'm pretty sure everyone who knew him would come to an agreement on that. Which makes me think of how awesome that is.
There's been many deaths in my family, and Tom is only one of two people in all of that, that have such an image to leave behind. I know if anything was to happen to me tomorrow, I would not have such an image. My image would be tainted and corrupted by the life I lead. Then the inevitable therapist question of "and how could you change that?" comes to mind.
How does one change that? Change their life? I mean, it's an entire life, not just something simple or irrelevant. At the same time, the typical answer is simple right? Change a life, by living for something greater than yourself. That it's all apart of perception, and how you view the world and the people in it. Your priorities in life and how you place them. The actions you take and how you make them count. What you allow to into your brain's processing field and what you filter out.
The lists go on and on, and give off the impression of simplicity, but we all know at the end of the day, it's only possible by the amount of effort you put into it. How much you're willing to sacrifice from your sinful life, and how much you stubbornly hold on to.
Decisions, decisions.
Do we have any? Or have they already been chosen before us?
Passing Realms
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Funeral.
“A ceremony at which a dead person is buried or cremated”
Simple definition, correct? Through the many theories as to what we, as people, are suppose to do after a loved one dies, I’m still at a loss to the emotional sense that comes with it.
We’re expected to go through a mourning period, but yet are told to celebrate the passing of one person’s life into the next world. Some confusion is left in the mist of these tellings due to their conflicting directions.
If the passing person died unexpectedly in a freak accident, there is an increased amount of mourning involved, but if the person had been expecting their death due to illness, does this mean that the amount of mourning decreases?
For some reason unknown to me, I find that society is less empathetic when a person had been expecting their passing. In this I don’t fully understand. Can loved ones to this person be expected to brace themselves for a death?
How can it be expected for the family/friends to “brace” themselves for anything of the sort? This seems like a rather inconsiderate expectation to hold when you’ve lived the majority of your life with someone to wake up the next day to the realization that they are no longer here.
Losing a loved one is the same in any shape or form. There is grieving, mourning, and healing that all need to take place no matter the circumstance.
Be more understanding, considerate, and empathetic, the next time someone you know is hurting for the passing of a loved one.
It’ll do the world some good.
“A ceremony at which a dead person is buried or cremated”
Simple definition, correct? Through the many theories as to what we, as people, are suppose to do after a loved one dies, I’m still at a loss to the emotional sense that comes with it.
We’re expected to go through a mourning period, but yet are told to celebrate the passing of one person’s life into the next world. Some confusion is left in the mist of these tellings due to their conflicting directions.
If the passing person died unexpectedly in a freak accident, there is an increased amount of mourning involved, but if the person had been expecting their death due to illness, does this mean that the amount of mourning decreases?
For some reason unknown to me, I find that society is less empathetic when a person had been expecting their passing. In this I don’t fully understand. Can loved ones to this person be expected to brace themselves for a death?
How can it be expected for the family/friends to “brace” themselves for anything of the sort? This seems like a rather inconsiderate expectation to hold when you’ve lived the majority of your life with someone to wake up the next day to the realization that they are no longer here.
Losing a loved one is the same in any shape or form. There is grieving, mourning, and healing that all need to take place no matter the circumstance.
Be more understanding, considerate, and empathetic, the next time someone you know is hurting for the passing of a loved one.
It’ll do the world some good.
Farewell Dear Cousin
Friday, January 7, 2011
Daylight closes in,
On darkness ending rule.
Gleaming through,
Curtains’ veil,
On pure winter’s view.
The light is warm,
Caresses so dearly.
Embraces you,
With it’s sweet heat.
Birth of,
This day so young.
So fresh and new,
Like baby’s breath,
Dreams.
Ever so pleasant,
These harmonious moments.
The post script ending,
To life’s downfalls.
Peace,
And serenity,
To calm the gale.
You are forever in my heart. May God cherish you, always.
On darkness ending rule.
Gleaming through,
Curtains’ veil,
On pure winter’s view.
The light is warm,
Caresses so dearly.
Embraces you,
With it’s sweet heat.
Birth of,
This day so young.
So fresh and new,
Like baby’s breath,
Dreams.
Ever so pleasant,
These harmonious moments.
The post script ending,
To life’s downfalls.
Peace,
And serenity,
To calm the gale.
You are forever in my heart. May God cherish you, always.
The Dreamer In Me
Saturday, January 1, 2011
The dreamer in me,
has goals of wonderment,
and admiration.
has confidence,
and pride.
leads others to wisdom,
and knowledge.
has goals of wonderment,
and admiration.
Hidden behind life's,
cold truth.
The dreamer in me,has confidence,
and pride.
Hidden under hopeless
lies.
The dreamer in me,leads others to wisdom,
and knowledge.
Hidden by fear,
of the lack of intelligence.
Will the dreamer in me
Come alive?
Labyrinth
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Hold on.
Hesitation.
Take a step.
Move back.
Access,
Repeat,
Proceed.
The mind is,
here, nor there,
nor then, 'til now.
Living,
Breathing,
Memories,
Fantasies.
Reality fades,
Dreams wander,
Taking over mind's eternal,
Realm.
Hesitation.
Take a step.
Move back.
Access,
Repeat,
Proceed.
The mind is,
here, nor there,
nor then, 'til now.
Living,
Breathing,
Memories,
Fantasies.
Reality fades,
Dreams wander,
Taking over mind's eternal,
Realm.
Blow 'em up.
Monday, December 20, 2010
I can't express,
These feelings clearly.
Hazed in confusion,
and glistening wonder.
Life proves failure,
disbelief, and corruption.
Ending in dreaded nights,
and regretful mornings.
Wake up to this,
Big bright disaster,
Spinning fast,
In a thoughtful dust storm.
It's overwhelming,
With desperation,
And time bombed words.
There's the trigger,
There it goes.
These feelings clearly.
Hazed in confusion,
and glistening wonder.
Life proves failure,
disbelief, and corruption.
Ending in dreaded nights,
and regretful mornings.
Wake up to this,
Big bright disaster,
Spinning fast,
In a thoughtful dust storm.
It's overwhelming,
With desperation,
And time bombed words.
There's the trigger,
There it goes.
Counterfeit
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Hide behind,
That forged smile.
Those words that seep,
Through rivers deep lie.
Pretend your world,
Rotates on perfect precision.
And don’t let a blink,
Come between your,
Magnificent dream.
This web you’ve woven,
Will unwind.
‘Til then,
Hide behind,
That forged smile.
That forged smile.
Those words that seep,
Through rivers deep lie.
Pretend your world,
Rotates on perfect precision.
And don’t let a blink,
Come between your,
Magnificent dream.
This web you’ve woven,
Will unwind.
‘Til then,
Hide behind,
That forged smile.
Mr. Sandman
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Among night’s stars,
Are the sands of time.
Turned bright,
Dazzling lights,
Those radiant eyes.
Peering through,
True darkness’ gaze.
Hovering over,
Mountains’ shoulder.
Stalking through,
Unveiling territory,
And hunting for the,
Moon’s bright lie.
Crisp in winter’s air,
Stood still.
Alive through,
Water’s alternate realm.
Tuned to Earth’s,
Indefinite heartbeat,
A pendulum of,
Nature’s eternal rhythm.
Age envelops,
All in wonder;
Withers down life’s course edges.
Travel through,
This ripened era,
Within one glance,
Upon the hour.
Take a pinch of,
Grainy white sand,
Transformed to black,
By raging periods.
Hold it firm,
(Dear to heart)
For within them are,
Existence’ meaning.
Are the sands of time.
Turned bright,
Dazzling lights,
Those radiant eyes.
Peering through,
True darkness’ gaze.
Hovering over,
Mountains’ shoulder.
Stalking through,
Unveiling territory,
And hunting for the,
Moon’s bright lie.
Crisp in winter’s air,
Stood still.
Alive through,
Water’s alternate realm.
Tuned to Earth’s,
Indefinite heartbeat,
A pendulum of,
Nature’s eternal rhythm.
Age envelops,
All in wonder;
Withers down life’s course edges.
Travel through,
This ripened era,
Within one glance,
Upon the hour.
Take a pinch of,
Grainy white sand,
Transformed to black,
By raging periods.
Hold it firm,
(Dear to heart)
For within them are,
Existence’ meaning.
Release Me.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Heart pounds.
Chest tightens.
The room,
It spins in rapid movement.
Voices dwindle,
Motion slows down,
And I’m trapped within,
My cellared self.
Response time,
Takes a doubled toll.
Thoughts triple,
In time’s webbed weave.
Lost within this panicked trance,
I fear the moment someone notices.
That moment’s seldom,
Although destined.
Till that moment,
My mind lies,
In tight chains,
Against a cold stone floor.
Waiting to be released...
Chest tightens.
The room,
It spins in rapid movement.
Voices dwindle,
Motion slows down,
And I’m trapped within,
My cellared self.
Response time,
Takes a doubled toll.
Thoughts triple,
In time’s webbed weave.
Lost within this panicked trance,
I fear the moment someone notices.
That moment’s seldom,
Although destined.
Till that moment,
My mind lies,
In tight chains,
Against a cold stone floor.
Waiting to be released...
Drowning
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Emotions break through the floodgates of my mind,
Raging winds spindle past with endless fury,
Waves crash down and trample through learned paths.
Cursing, crying, pleading,
Begging, pity,
Rains down in short seasons.
I Sink down in my ceaseless lies,
Tugging at my sinful cloak.
Further and further I fall,
With boots of cement cutting the way.
Below me I see my destined course,
Lined by darkness,
Consuming all.
Sharp objects,
Cut through my tender flesh,
This open wound,
Which does not heal.
I land upon my knees,
Broken and dismantled.
Here is my plea.
Raging winds spindle past with endless fury,
Waves crash down and trample through learned paths.
Cursing, crying, pleading,
Begging, pity,
Rains down in short seasons.
I Sink down in my ceaseless lies,
Tugging at my sinful cloak.
Further and further I fall,
With boots of cement cutting the way.
Below me I see my destined course,
Lined by darkness,
Consuming all.
Sharp objects,
Cut through my tender flesh,
This open wound,
Which does not heal.
I land upon my knees,
Broken and dismantled.
Here is my plea.
Dive for Dreams
Sunday, December 5, 2010
So, I'm totally in absolute love with this poem by E.E. Cummings. It's fantastic.
dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)
trust your heart
if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)
honour the past
but welcome the future
(and dance your death
away at the wedding)
never mind a world
with its villains or heroes
(for good likes girls
and tomorrow and the earth)
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves, since Doom
(with white longest hands
neating each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my room
i turn, and (stooping
through the morning) kiss
this pillow, dear
where our heads lived and were.
Insoluble
Unanswered questions,
Thoughts left unfinished,
Words unspoken.
They linger through,
The mind’s endless maze.
Take a left,
Then a right,
Second door.
Locked threshold.
Skeleton key,
Broken within,
The doors blind eye.
Where now,
To go,
Through unseen territory?
Sleepwalking
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Attempt to lift a foot,
Weighed down by a heavy burden.
The ground turns,
To enveloping resin.
Stuck.
Immovable.
Permanent.
Grasped within this stance,
Held firm.
Standing within your living coma.
Breathe in.
Make it deep.
Exhale slowly.
Relief will come,
As dully noted.
Perhaps?
Weighed down by a heavy burden.
The ground turns,
To enveloping resin.
Stuck.
Immovable.
Permanent.
Grasped within this stance,
Held firm.
Standing within your living coma.
Breathe in.
Make it deep.
Exhale slowly.
Relief will come,
As dully noted.
Perhaps?
Late Night Memories
Friday, December 3, 2010
It's pretty late, and I can't sleep. Yet again. Too many thoughts. Yet again. I'm not really sure why I'm so bothered about the things that I can't change in life. I can't change my family and the contents of it. I can't change the fact that Tristin has other siblings besides the two he grew up with. I should be happy for him. I should want him to know his other half siblings, but instead, I'm selfish and I want to be his only sister. Growing up, it was me. I was the one he protected and cared for. Not them.
I've lost contact with him. I haven't talked or seen him in seven years. Things are different. People change, and people move on. I'm not the little girl he knew and he's not the brother I idolized. And yet, I'm still stuck in this same spot of selfish thinking, and living in the past.
I feel like there's just so so much stuff that we've missed in each other's lives. Seven years is a long time. That's seven years of living, seven years of growing up, and seven years of countless memories. I can't imagine ever being able to tell him every single story of my life that's he's missed. Nor the same with him to me. We'll never be able to be on that same level. It's impossible to gain those years back. He didn't see me graduate, he didn't see me when I left to Tyler, he wasn't there to help me pick up the pieces from when I came back from Tyler. He wasn't there for me when my heart was broken by some jerk.
And the worst thing left in all of this is the fact that seven years takes a toll on a memory. I'm so scared of forgetting him. I'm afraid I won't remember the person he was, and how much happened when we were growing up. Considering the fact that we don't talk anymore, it's so easy to just think that Thomas is my only brother. It's so easy to just let my friends believe that there's only four of us in this family. I can't remember alot of memories with him. I don't know whether it's my mind playing tricks on me, or if there just aren't that many with him in it. I have no problem remembering Thomas and what he said or the instances of my stupidity with him.
I'm an aunt, I have two nieces, and yet, I don't feel like one. As horrible as that is to say, I don't feel like I'm anything to those two kids. I love them, I do, but I can't honestly feel anything for them other than the fact that I'm suppose to because their Tristin's daughters. I've never met them, and I feel terrible about that. On the other hand, I feel like my presence in all of this doesn't matter. They have two other aunts from Tristin. Why would they need one more? One who looks nothing like any of them. I don't fit in with that, with them.
I feel like it doesn't matter to them. I've been replaced by two other women who fit in with them perfectly. They'll never know me, they'll never know the little girl who was so incredibly proud to be his little sister.
I love you Tristin. (Please don't forget me)
I've lost contact with him. I haven't talked or seen him in seven years. Things are different. People change, and people move on. I'm not the little girl he knew and he's not the brother I idolized. And yet, I'm still stuck in this same spot of selfish thinking, and living in the past.
I feel like there's just so so much stuff that we've missed in each other's lives. Seven years is a long time. That's seven years of living, seven years of growing up, and seven years of countless memories. I can't imagine ever being able to tell him every single story of my life that's he's missed. Nor the same with him to me. We'll never be able to be on that same level. It's impossible to gain those years back. He didn't see me graduate, he didn't see me when I left to Tyler, he wasn't there to help me pick up the pieces from when I came back from Tyler. He wasn't there for me when my heart was broken by some jerk.
And the worst thing left in all of this is the fact that seven years takes a toll on a memory. I'm so scared of forgetting him. I'm afraid I won't remember the person he was, and how much happened when we were growing up. Considering the fact that we don't talk anymore, it's so easy to just think that Thomas is my only brother. It's so easy to just let my friends believe that there's only four of us in this family. I can't remember alot of memories with him. I don't know whether it's my mind playing tricks on me, or if there just aren't that many with him in it. I have no problem remembering Thomas and what he said or the instances of my stupidity with him.
I'm an aunt, I have two nieces, and yet, I don't feel like one. As horrible as that is to say, I don't feel like I'm anything to those two kids. I love them, I do, but I can't honestly feel anything for them other than the fact that I'm suppose to because their Tristin's daughters. I've never met them, and I feel terrible about that. On the other hand, I feel like my presence in all of this doesn't matter. They have two other aunts from Tristin. Why would they need one more? One who looks nothing like any of them. I don't fit in with that, with them.
I feel like it doesn't matter to them. I've been replaced by two other women who fit in with them perfectly. They'll never know me, they'll never know the little girl who was so incredibly proud to be his little sister.
I love you Tristin. (Please don't forget me)
The Former And The Following
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Why do I live in the past?
My thoughts are constantly thinking of what happened then and the wanting of those moments to happen again. I don’t live in the present, I don’t live in the here and now. The here and now happens, but I’m too caught up in the past to realize what’s going on, and how good I have it now. I’m so wrapped up in what’s missing that I once had. I don’t understand much of that.
There was nothing great about my past.
There’s been a lot of pain, a lot of lessons learned, and a lot of people leaving. Why then, am I still consumed with it?
I miss certain aspects in my life, but in the reality of it all. I have so much more now, than I had in the past. I have more knowledge of who I am, and what I want to become.
My goals are becoming somewhat attainable, and I suppose that also frightens me. I’m a dreamer. How can I dream about things if they actually start happening?
So wait, I live in the past, and I dream about my future? I sense a chunk of life missing somewhere in there.
Nonsense.
My thoughts are constantly thinking of what happened then and the wanting of those moments to happen again. I don’t live in the present, I don’t live in the here and now. The here and now happens, but I’m too caught up in the past to realize what’s going on, and how good I have it now. I’m so wrapped up in what’s missing that I once had. I don’t understand much of that.
There was nothing great about my past.
There’s been a lot of pain, a lot of lessons learned, and a lot of people leaving. Why then, am I still consumed with it?
I miss certain aspects in my life, but in the reality of it all. I have so much more now, than I had in the past. I have more knowledge of who I am, and what I want to become.
My goals are becoming somewhat attainable, and I suppose that also frightens me. I’m a dreamer. How can I dream about things if they actually start happening?
So wait, I live in the past, and I dream about my future? I sense a chunk of life missing somewhere in there.
Nonsense.
Ignorance Is Bliss
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
So, I feel like Jimmy Neutron.
“Brain Blast!”
I’ve reached a thought. It’s not that great of one, and I wish I didn’t arrive at it, but lately there’s just so much going on. So much going on in everyone’s life. So much pain and hurt and just, so .. Much. It’s ridiculous. Among all of this that’s going on, it feels like people as a society should be stepping in and helping each other and just being there for each other. In these times is when I realize we’re all alone. There’s no one that’s going to come to you to help you out. No one’s going to make a difference in anyone’s life. We’re given this time on earth, and what do we do with it? I feel like we take advantage of the time we have and what we do with it. We’re a set of selfish individuals, who are numb to other’s troubles.
The Bible teaches us to be loving, and to “Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn” (Rom 12:15) So we’re suppose to feel for each other and sense when they are in need. We’re called to do this, but yet we don’t.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, or why I even bother thinking of ways to put thought to page. It’s irrelevant.
“Brain Blast!”
I’ve reached a thought. It’s not that great of one, and I wish I didn’t arrive at it, but lately there’s just so much going on. So much going on in everyone’s life. So much pain and hurt and just, so .. Much. It’s ridiculous. Among all of this that’s going on, it feels like people as a society should be stepping in and helping each other and just being there for each other. In these times is when I realize we’re all alone. There’s no one that’s going to come to you to help you out. No one’s going to make a difference in anyone’s life. We’re given this time on earth, and what do we do with it? I feel like we take advantage of the time we have and what we do with it. We’re a set of selfish individuals, who are numb to other’s troubles.
The Bible teaches us to be loving, and to “Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn” (Rom 12:15) So we’re suppose to feel for each other and sense when they are in need. We’re called to do this, but yet we don’t.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, or why I even bother thinking of ways to put thought to page. It’s irrelevant.
Day 30: A Motto or Philosophy
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Here's to the last day of November (:
Motto or Philosophy:
"You cannot live your life looking at yourself from someone else's point of view"-Penelope Cruz
“Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't.”- Eleanor Roosevelt
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” -Eleanor Roosevelt
Motto or Philosophy:
"You cannot live your life looking at yourself from someone else's point of view"-Penelope Cruz
“Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't.”- Eleanor Roosevelt
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” -Eleanor Roosevelt
I think their all true, and I'm working on believing in them.
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