Biblical Contradictions Forum---I just like how they replied (can't find the link anymore)
"There is no contradiction, merely a level of specifics and knowledge that is different. The contradiction is only there if you choose to make it that way.
If you go through the Bible looking for contradictions you will no doubt "find them" and if you go through these "contradictions" looking for explanations, you will no doubt find them as well. It is all based on your presupposed mindset. I look for answers. You look for questions. Either way we'll find them.
Go out in nature sometime. Look for life. You'll find it. Look for death. You'll find that too. The only requirement to be dead is that it once lived. Personally, I'd rather look for life."
Religious or not--- I like how they portrayed this.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Instead of living for the moment, how about living in the moment?
I've been thinking a lot lately. We all have so many ambitions, loves, focuses that we speed through each and every day so that we can experience life to it's "fullest", or to get to the point we want to for that particular day; but what are we missing in those moments?
How often do you look at something? I mean truly look at it, take in it's beauty? For some, it may be more often than others, but are you really taking it in?
I laid in bed this morning, my first snow day this year, on the phone with Jake. He's speaking of how his day is already going down hill; I have the covers pulled up over my head, my hand pressed up holding them from my face and I'm staring directly up. I asked him to do the same and asked him what he saw... nothing. Absolutely nothing.
but for me it was different. I know this is a stretch but this is just how my mind works-- my room was dimly lit from the light outside peaking through the blinds... so, despite my blanket being a dark navy blue, it was lightened.... and as it lay held above me, it looked just like the sky before a storm... Like I was reaching up and touching the sky...
I enjoy making connections like that, looking at things and interpreting them in different manners... To think that some material household item could resemble the beauty of an oncoming storm...and here I am in the clouds. Jake was a tad thrown off... but that was to be expected....
Now is that beauty? Is that a moment, a connection -making a mere blanket resemble a moment in nature..- to be remember? I don't know, but I liked it.
More of what I'm getting at, is people need to slow down. Take time to make a connection with your surroundings. Enjoy the little moments.
When I have the time, I tend to go to the bedroom (in the dorm) and I sit up on our radiator, resting my back against my bedpost and I just stare out the window. Take in the whole view. The lights from the buildings, the hustle and bustle of the birds that are so often over looked, the mountains in the background, and the people. Those just going on living their lives. and I think to myself, I wish people saw the world the way I do.
I could stare out at the world forever. It is so beautiful. Whether it be the land, the man made architecture, or the people-be them misunderstood, good, bad, charming, imperfect, awkward, egotistical, oblivious...whatever they may be. It's just fascinating.
Every time I walk down the hall to our dorm, I get lost staring out the windows (they extend from beginning to the end of the hall). I'll watch snowflakes fall, sometimes just one in particular--watching it plummet to its inevitable fate to become whole with the community covering the ground. I enjoy taking it slow, taking in these views-because if you miss that moment, how will you ever get it back?
Sure, you may have homework to do, a class to go to, a date with a friend... but a minute to appreciate the beauty around you wont hurt one bit.
I'm at a loss of words on ending this because I have more to say...but I can never seem to find the words... so it'll have to end early...
How often do you look at something? I mean truly look at it, take in it's beauty? For some, it may be more often than others, but are you really taking it in?
I laid in bed this morning, my first snow day this year, on the phone with Jake. He's speaking of how his day is already going down hill; I have the covers pulled up over my head, my hand pressed up holding them from my face and I'm staring directly up. I asked him to do the same and asked him what he saw... nothing. Absolutely nothing.
but for me it was different. I know this is a stretch but this is just how my mind works-- my room was dimly lit from the light outside peaking through the blinds... so, despite my blanket being a dark navy blue, it was lightened.... and as it lay held above me, it looked just like the sky before a storm... Like I was reaching up and touching the sky...
I enjoy making connections like that, looking at things and interpreting them in different manners... To think that some material household item could resemble the beauty of an oncoming storm...and here I am in the clouds. Jake was a tad thrown off... but that was to be expected....
Now is that beauty? Is that a moment, a connection -making a mere blanket resemble a moment in nature..- to be remember? I don't know, but I liked it.
More of what I'm getting at, is people need to slow down. Take time to make a connection with your surroundings. Enjoy the little moments.
When I have the time, I tend to go to the bedroom (in the dorm) and I sit up on our radiator, resting my back against my bedpost and I just stare out the window. Take in the whole view. The lights from the buildings, the hustle and bustle of the birds that are so often over looked, the mountains in the background, and the people. Those just going on living their lives. and I think to myself, I wish people saw the world the way I do.
I could stare out at the world forever. It is so beautiful. Whether it be the land, the man made architecture, or the people-be them misunderstood, good, bad, charming, imperfect, awkward, egotistical, oblivious...whatever they may be. It's just fascinating.
Every time I walk down the hall to our dorm, I get lost staring out the windows (they extend from beginning to the end of the hall). I'll watch snowflakes fall, sometimes just one in particular--watching it plummet to its inevitable fate to become whole with the community covering the ground. I enjoy taking it slow, taking in these views-because if you miss that moment, how will you ever get it back?
Sure, you may have homework to do, a class to go to, a date with a friend... but a minute to appreciate the beauty around you wont hurt one bit.
I'm at a loss of words on ending this because I have more to say...but I can never seem to find the words... so it'll have to end early...
Friday, January 8, 2010
Sharing is caring.. hmm...right? yes.
Oh the power of Love. No seriously. It's incredible. I will honestly say, I truly agree with the saying "With Love, all things are possible.". For all of you who are still thinking incredulously, seriously consider this:
Love truly knows no boundaries:
To love someone is to put them before yourself, to love them unconditionally. Love them, flaws included.
Love means forgiveness. Love means no grudges. Love means relief. Love means no suicide -- to truly love, you must first love yourself. Not to mention, if we all put forth the love we should, then everyone would know someone loves them... but in today's society, so many seem in question. They don't feel loved, so they change themselves to please others. Or they isolate themselves. Or they take it out on others or on themselves.
Love means no more bullies. Think about that next time you want to laugh at another persons expense. Are you being loving through that action? You may not love that person as you do a family member or lover, but they're still a person...a living, breathing thing. Love them.
Love means no wars. Love means acceptance. Love means no ugly. Love means no hatred.
I'm telling you, it's an amazing thing.
And to be 'IN' love. Well that's a whole separate feat in itself. A special phenomenon that occurs between you and that special someone. If you've not experienced it, just you wait. It's quite a feeling. Knowing that no matter what, you have someone there to turn to. It's an amazing comfort. You'll begin to love things about the person that most people would overlook; the way their hair looks when they first wake, the way they smile before they kiss you, the weird quirks they have, the way they walk...everything! Small actions become the most cherished, like they way it feels when they hold you, the look they give you when it's just the two of you, the small glances from across a room, the look they give when they're worried, the little sayings that keep you going like 'have a good day' or 'you're amazing'. I can't express how such simple things take on a new meaning. Like when those cheesy sayings/scenes in movies actually mean something--i.e., I'm sure somewhere in some chick flick, the saying "you mean the world to me" has been said, and for most of us....those scenes are predictable and if you've seen enough of those films, just slightly cliche and unbelievable. However, once you actually experienced it and find someone who truly does mean everything to you... those cheesy sayings are then real to you.
It's a fascinating feeling. Having all your burdens, worries, thoughts, emotions, events, actions...shared with another person... it makes your heart light. I'm very thankful to have been able to experience what I consider to be, being "in love". I've gained so much from it, I've grown as a person and I've grown emotionally... but most of all it's helped me to love more. To be more open to loving everyone, although I've always been open minded and the kind of person to not tolerate unkindness, including in myself--in fact, mostly in myself. I just wish I could view me, as he sees me. Wouldn't that be great, to love ourselves to the height at which our family, friends or partners love us? Though maybe there are those confident and self loved enough to say they do... but what a feeling that must be. To see the beauty at which we are that at which our lovers mind has been so open to see.
I fear that we often forget our own beauty or our obsessions over our own flaws mask what is truly great about us. Then again, maybe that problem just lies with me. I have so many flaws that it scares me from being completely outgoing or open with stuff because of fear that if anyone knows all of my flaws that they may not love me anymore. I know, that's not how I or anyone should ever feel. So, why do I let it stop me? I don't know, but for this problem... I have my boyfriend there to help...I've gotten past so many things because he's helped me see some of my worth. He really has no idea how much in debt I am to him. I'm finally past...well...my past--or at least more so than I ever was.
Where am I going with this? I know, it is not nicely written... I know I digress/lose track of what I am saying... but what I mean is that when you show someone love (as my friends, family, and boyfriend have), you empower them to see things more positively, to better themselves, to better others.
You should never hold back love. Love wherever love can be given. open your hearts and in doing so you will open your minds. Love has given me a second chance to love myself. And that for me is a miracle. Love is a miracle. Don't forget that.
I have no clue how to end this blog because I do not feel accomplished in my point, the blog feels messy, and I've always sucked at conclusions to my thoughts... in fact in most situations where I speak my mind I end it with saying sorry because I don't know when to stop and then I feel as though I've kill everything I just said or that may my beliefs are stupid. I can't stand when I do that. One should always stick to their beliefs. Don't feel bad for having morale, for rambling, for sticking to your word, for not compromising.
blah that's a whole other topic though. I need to stop. ok. finished. Terrible ending. Didn't quite quench my thirst for explaining importance of showing love or how love can feel... so maybe another time...
but for now I'll take a break...I have 2 ideas for blogs-- soon to come.
Love truly knows no boundaries:
To love someone is to put them before yourself, to love them unconditionally. Love them, flaws included.
Love means forgiveness. Love means no grudges. Love means relief. Love means no suicide -- to truly love, you must first love yourself. Not to mention, if we all put forth the love we should, then everyone would know someone loves them... but in today's society, so many seem in question. They don't feel loved, so they change themselves to please others. Or they isolate themselves. Or they take it out on others or on themselves.
Love means no more bullies. Think about that next time you want to laugh at another persons expense. Are you being loving through that action? You may not love that person as you do a family member or lover, but they're still a person...a living, breathing thing. Love them.
Love means no wars. Love means acceptance. Love means no ugly. Love means no hatred.
I'm telling you, it's an amazing thing.
And to be 'IN' love. Well that's a whole separate feat in itself. A special phenomenon that occurs between you and that special someone. If you've not experienced it, just you wait. It's quite a feeling. Knowing that no matter what, you have someone there to turn to. It's an amazing comfort. You'll begin to love things about the person that most people would overlook; the way their hair looks when they first wake, the way they smile before they kiss you, the weird quirks they have, the way they walk...everything! Small actions become the most cherished, like they way it feels when they hold you, the look they give you when it's just the two of you, the small glances from across a room, the look they give when they're worried, the little sayings that keep you going like 'have a good day' or 'you're amazing'. I can't express how such simple things take on a new meaning. Like when those cheesy sayings/scenes in movies actually mean something--i.e., I'm sure somewhere in some chick flick, the saying "you mean the world to me" has been said, and for most of us....those scenes are predictable and if you've seen enough of those films, just slightly cliche and unbelievable. However, once you actually experienced it and find someone who truly does mean everything to you... those cheesy sayings are then real to you.
It's a fascinating feeling. Having all your burdens, worries, thoughts, emotions, events, actions...shared with another person... it makes your heart light. I'm very thankful to have been able to experience what I consider to be, being "in love". I've gained so much from it, I've grown as a person and I've grown emotionally... but most of all it's helped me to love more. To be more open to loving everyone, although I've always been open minded and the kind of person to not tolerate unkindness, including in myself--in fact, mostly in myself. I just wish I could view me, as he sees me. Wouldn't that be great, to love ourselves to the height at which our family, friends or partners love us? Though maybe there are those confident and self loved enough to say they do... but what a feeling that must be. To see the beauty at which we are that at which our lovers mind has been so open to see.
I fear that we often forget our own beauty or our obsessions over our own flaws mask what is truly great about us. Then again, maybe that problem just lies with me. I have so many flaws that it scares me from being completely outgoing or open with stuff because of fear that if anyone knows all of my flaws that they may not love me anymore. I know, that's not how I or anyone should ever feel. So, why do I let it stop me? I don't know, but for this problem... I have my boyfriend there to help...I've gotten past so many things because he's helped me see some of my worth. He really has no idea how much in debt I am to him. I'm finally past...well...my past--or at least more so than I ever was.
Where am I going with this? I know, it is not nicely written... I know I digress/lose track of what I am saying... but what I mean is that when you show someone love (as my friends, family, and boyfriend have), you empower them to see things more positively, to better themselves, to better others.
You should never hold back love. Love wherever love can be given. open your hearts and in doing so you will open your minds. Love has given me a second chance to love myself. And that for me is a miracle. Love is a miracle. Don't forget that.
I have no clue how to end this blog because I do not feel accomplished in my point, the blog feels messy, and I've always sucked at conclusions to my thoughts... in fact in most situations where I speak my mind I end it with saying sorry because I don't know when to stop and then I feel as though I've kill everything I just said or that may my beliefs are stupid. I can't stand when I do that. One should always stick to their beliefs. Don't feel bad for having morale, for rambling, for sticking to your word, for not compromising.
blah that's a whole other topic though. I need to stop. ok. finished. Terrible ending. Didn't quite quench my thirst for explaining importance of showing love or how love can feel... so maybe another time...
but for now I'll take a break...I have 2 ideas for blogs-- soon to come.
It's been a long day, always...
I'm so out of habit, I've fallen of the writing wagon. I'm not sure if I still have this down. Can I still wrap words into an enticing sentence? Can I still express myself better on the page than out the mouth? I'm not sure. I feel quite out of shape. I have so much bottled up in my brain that I feel as though it may burst and all that I will try to express on this blog will just become one babbling run on of incoherence. But if I don't start this up again, I feel I'll lose the art of writing well and the art or expressing my thoughts completely. I find blogging as an extreme release. It relaxes me; if taken seriously, blogging can be as intimate as those moments shared laying with a friend, lost in the most philosophical of conversations. Though what I've written on this blog shadow in comparison to what I've in my past blogs--not on this site-- which travel deep within my thoughts, nothing held back. I would really enjoy to get back into that habit. I want to go back to before I made this blog, back to the blogs of myspace, livejournal, and those written in the many diaries in my room. I want to be understood, I want my words heard (well read). I know nothing I've written in the last year as been worthy of much respect or even a second glance...but I hope maybe soon I can accomplish something that will please anyone who reads them; something to make someone serious sit down and ponder.
Anyway, well here I am. I'm back.
Anyway, well here I am. I'm back.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Fear.
I've never understood fear. Fear of spiders, fear of snakes, fear of the dark...etc etc. Same with phobias but I'm just focusing on general fear. What constitutes a fear? How far must a dislike go to become a fear? I am quite unaware of my own fears, I am stuck at a fork in the road; Do I in fact have fears or are they more or less just things I don't want to happen or don't like. For example my roommate says she does not like spiders; my roommate says she fears spiders. How far off from not liking a creature makes it into the category of a fear? When I mention spiders to my roommate she automatically grimaces and shudders. I know if a spider was within 10 ft from her she'd probably scream, thus I would constitute this as a fear. But what per say are the requirements?
My roommate says one reason she fears spiders is because some of them can kill you. This perplexes me. Can't anything kill you? YOU can kill you. Your body itself (if not helped out by outward factors or diseases) eventually kills you, so why not fear oneself? Anything and everything can kill you but it is not logical to fear everything, so why narrow it down to a creature who would rather hide from you than bite you?
If you're wondering, this has nothing to do with spiders, I just want to get to the bottom of what exactly a fear is... or at least understand if I have one or why people have them in the first place..
I know some people say they fear rejection. I don't question that as being a legit fear, but I question if we are overusing the term fear sometimes. Like I don't want to be rejected and it is something I do worry about but when I come face to face with rejection I usually just brush it off... the moments leading up to it is the worst part but I don't care afterward. It also doesn't scare the wits out of me, so does that mean it is a dislike more so than a fear?
I say I fear losing my loved ones. I fear what it will be like when they're gone...yet it is not something that I think about all the time, it is not something that terrifies me, nor is it something that comes straight to mind when thinking of death and/or fears.. I have to search to find it. It's something I don't want to happen and I dread happening but is it a legitimate fear or just something of inevitability that I just don't want happening? Fear is often considered irrational is it not? We are not automatically born with fear, it is learned. Seeing that losing a loved one is inevitable and is a rational thing to not want to happen does that too cancel it from being a fear? (keep in mind we are not talking about phobias.. just FEARS).
Do you have to be physically scared to make it a fear? or are fears just a bunch of worries and dislikes? The term fear can be used in place of worry.. so maybe that is truly all fear is. If so then I am no longer fearless, I'm chock full of fears. Let's consult dictionary.com..
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–noun
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All of these imply (with the small exception of numbers 3 & 4) the presence of feeling afraid or danger. I do not feel that when I think of the things I "fear". Not quite sure why number 2 is an abnormal fear of heights, what is the normal fear of it? Number 5 says cancer is a common fear... I do not want cancer, it upsets me to think of possibly getting cancer but I do not feel scared at the thought of it, and I do not overall dislike cancer, in fact oncology is something I take interest in. So does my not wanting it and occasional worry of cancer still constitute as a fear? Does the sheer fact that once diagnosed I would no longer have that worry make it also not count as a fear? I DON'T KNOW.
So far none of this pondering has let me settle on if my presented fears (rejection, losing loved ones, etc) are actually fears, nor have I concluded on what exactly a fear is. Fear is confusing, that's what. Not to mention many are irrational, or so I think--however, rational in the fact that some incidents cause people to fear certain things...i.e. almost drowning makes fear of water=rational. What are your thoughts? Do you have any fears? Why do you fear said things?
In my last moments of typing this I just realized... (strange I could forget) that I do in fact have one fear. One that does scare me. One that does make me shudder. One that has caused me to cry in class numerous times. Induces panic attacks. One that will leave me trembling for hours before and about 30 minutes to an hour afterwards. Public Speaking.
Though I think why that was so far off from my mind is because in college I have been forced to face it. Not to mention the only reason (my rationale) I started fearing it in the first place is now put behind me... and I'm no longer as self-loathing and self conscious like I once was. I get nervous and I still tremble after. But I no longer cry, though I did last year in my speech class. I still have the feeling of impending doom when a teacher so much as mouths the words oral presentation.
S, I don't know.
The fearless has met her match. Public speaking is really just the public display of the web of insecurities/"fears" I have. So therefore, the act of public speaking itself is my actual fear more so than that which fuels the fear of it (rejection/failure/physical insecurities)....if that makes sense..
I have a presentation this semester in eng 200. we'll see how far I've come since speech.
wow this blog took a weird turn, eh?
blah. but seriously folks. Give me some answers. What is fear? what are your fears? why do we fear?
i don't know...
My roommate says one reason she fears spiders is because some of them can kill you. This perplexes me. Can't anything kill you? YOU can kill you. Your body itself (if not helped out by outward factors or diseases) eventually kills you, so why not fear oneself? Anything and everything can kill you but it is not logical to fear everything, so why narrow it down to a creature who would rather hide from you than bite you?
If you're wondering, this has nothing to do with spiders, I just want to get to the bottom of what exactly a fear is... or at least understand if I have one or why people have them in the first place..
I know some people say they fear rejection. I don't question that as being a legit fear, but I question if we are overusing the term fear sometimes. Like I don't want to be rejected and it is something I do worry about but when I come face to face with rejection I usually just brush it off... the moments leading up to it is the worst part but I don't care afterward. It also doesn't scare the wits out of me, so does that mean it is a dislike more so than a fear?
I say I fear losing my loved ones. I fear what it will be like when they're gone...yet it is not something that I think about all the time, it is not something that terrifies me, nor is it something that comes straight to mind when thinking of death and/or fears.. I have to search to find it. It's something I don't want to happen and I dread happening but is it a legitimate fear or just something of inevitability that I just don't want happening? Fear is often considered irrational is it not? We are not automatically born with fear, it is learned. Seeing that losing a loved one is inevitable and is a rational thing to not want to happen does that too cancel it from being a fear? (keep in mind we are not talking about phobias.. just FEARS).
Do you have to be physically scared to make it a fear? or are fears just a bunch of worries and dislikes? The term fear can be used in place of worry.. so maybe that is truly all fear is. If so then I am no longer fearless, I'm chock full of fears. Let's consult dictionary.com..
"
–noun
| 1. | a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid. |
| 2. | a specific instance of or propensity for such a feeling: an abnormal fear of heights. |
| 3. | concern or anxiety; solicitude: a fear for someone's safety. |
| 4. | reverential awe, esp. toward God. |
| 5. | that which causes a feeling of being afraid; that of which a person is afraid: Cancer is a common fear. |
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All of these imply (with the small exception of numbers 3 & 4) the presence of feeling afraid or danger. I do not feel that when I think of the things I "fear". Not quite sure why number 2 is an abnormal fear of heights, what is the normal fear of it? Number 5 says cancer is a common fear... I do not want cancer, it upsets me to think of possibly getting cancer but I do not feel scared at the thought of it, and I do not overall dislike cancer, in fact oncology is something I take interest in. So does my not wanting it and occasional worry of cancer still constitute as a fear? Does the sheer fact that once diagnosed I would no longer have that worry make it also not count as a fear? I DON'T KNOW.
So far none of this pondering has let me settle on if my presented fears (rejection, losing loved ones, etc) are actually fears, nor have I concluded on what exactly a fear is. Fear is confusing, that's what. Not to mention many are irrational, or so I think--however, rational in the fact that some incidents cause people to fear certain things...i.e. almost drowning makes fear of water=rational. What are your thoughts? Do you have any fears? Why do you fear said things?
In my last moments of typing this I just realized... (strange I could forget) that I do in fact have one fear. One that does scare me. One that does make me shudder. One that has caused me to cry in class numerous times. Induces panic attacks. One that will leave me trembling for hours before and about 30 minutes to an hour afterwards. Public Speaking.
Though I think why that was so far off from my mind is because in college I have been forced to face it. Not to mention the only reason (my rationale) I started fearing it in the first place is now put behind me... and I'm no longer as self-loathing and self conscious like I once was. I get nervous and I still tremble after. But I no longer cry, though I did last year in my speech class. I still have the feeling of impending doom when a teacher so much as mouths the words oral presentation.
S, I don't know.
The fearless has met her match. Public speaking is really just the public display of the web of insecurities/"fears" I have. So therefore, the act of public speaking itself is my actual fear more so than that which fuels the fear of it (rejection/failure/physical insecurities)....if that makes sense..
I have a presentation this semester in eng 200. we'll see how far I've come since speech.
wow this blog took a weird turn, eh?
blah. but seriously folks. Give me some answers. What is fear? what are your fears? why do we fear?
i don't know...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Gotta get away from me..
and maybe you.. but who knows.. I'll find out soon enough.
When I state that, I say it as I'm going on a journey to rejuvenate myself. I want to push out these new found attributes and bring back my old, good qualities.
-cut out all swearing
-re-open my heart to open love (temporarily been shut off due to some trauma)
-stop being so hard on myself..learn to love all of me..
there's much more but those are the main things..
I've noticed these qualities expose themselves and they're making me dislike myself even more.
I'm on the brink of depression, I can tell.. sure I laugh, sure I can still smile... but I've become so apathetic and numb to everything.. to the point that it's,,,well it's quite heart-breaking. I've tried so hard to never fall into that rut again and somehow I'm right outside of it again. I'm not sure what's causing it... but i think it's someone... or at least I know some things with them have led me to start thinking differently again, despite their best efforts... some of their actions have pushed me in a negative manner. I've gotta fix that particular section of my life with them and hopefully that'll help..
I don't want to head towards the dark again. I dislike it so much.
I guess this isn't so much a blog rather than some goals and a reminder to myself to keep on track.
Hopefully, soon I will have a good long blog. I want to pour my heart out on the page in some philosophical spiel that will open the eyes of anyone who reads it. Something to intrigue the mind. But before I can do so, I've got to get some of the clutter out of my mind that is blocking my thoughts.. as well as finish my Trig homework.. lol..
with that, I bid you, or really me, adieu
When I state that, I say it as I'm going on a journey to rejuvenate myself. I want to push out these new found attributes and bring back my old, good qualities.
-cut out all swearing
-re-open my heart to open love (temporarily been shut off due to some trauma)
-stop being so hard on myself..learn to love all of me..
there's much more but those are the main things..
I've noticed these qualities expose themselves and they're making me dislike myself even more.
I'm on the brink of depression, I can tell.. sure I laugh, sure I can still smile... but I've become so apathetic and numb to everything.. to the point that it's,,,well it's quite heart-breaking. I've tried so hard to never fall into that rut again and somehow I'm right outside of it again. I'm not sure what's causing it... but i think it's someone... or at least I know some things with them have led me to start thinking differently again, despite their best efforts... some of their actions have pushed me in a negative manner. I've gotta fix that particular section of my life with them and hopefully that'll help..
I don't want to head towards the dark again. I dislike it so much.
I guess this isn't so much a blog rather than some goals and a reminder to myself to keep on track.
Hopefully, soon I will have a good long blog. I want to pour my heart out on the page in some philosophical spiel that will open the eyes of anyone who reads it. Something to intrigue the mind. But before I can do so, I've got to get some of the clutter out of my mind that is blocking my thoughts.. as well as finish my Trig homework.. lol..
with that, I bid you, or really me, adieu
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I blame Austin.
Because now I'm gonna talk about things that i think are beautiful. A happy blog to follow the slightly melancholy blog I finished a few minutes ago.
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I am a constant preacher of that which is beauty. I try to make it apparent to all those in contact with me, that we should all respect the beauty of others and everything in our world.
I've never understood how someone could pick at someone's appearence or the likes or dislikes of something. How people could pick at someones personality. But it's human to err and I respect that.
Something we all should know, is we are ALL beautiful.
You may not think the girl to your left is pretty, but to someone else she is, and even then, that does not mean she is not beautiful.
Beautiful is not only in appearance. It's in action. It's in simplicity. It's in a feeling.
Love is beautiful. Not just a couples love, a family's love, a father's love, a friend's love, a dog's love, a grandfather's love.. etc
Innocence is beautiful.
Simplicity is beautiful.
The broken are beautiful.
The courageous are beautiful.
Everything, everyone, is beautiful.
This chair to my right is beautiful. I mean it. It has a crack running across where you sit. It gives it character. Though you may not see it, I bet a photographer could show you it's beauty just by the corruption of an angle.
A child holding a father's hand is beautiful.
The penny on the ground, that has touched the lives of so many people, yea I still think it's beautiful.
The guy in your class that is extremely obnoxious, is beautiful. Trust me.. he may be annoying but there beauty with in him.
Beauty is joy.
Beauty is laughter.
The ability to express one's feelings... is beautiful.
gahhh i could go on forever.. and this isn't even well constructed. It's just a ramble. but I don't care. You know why? Because it's my beautifully unstructured, random blog, on beauty..that I would've wrote eventually but felt the urge to because Austin wrote one..
so yea I blame him. But that's okaybecause He and his blog are/is/was beautiful.
And so is anyone reading this.
and blah blah blah beauty.
I challenge you to seriously take a stroll outside and really look around. Look at all the things you normally look past. Look at people, think about their life story. Look at the ground you step on. Look at the candy wrapper on the ground. Look at the bird searching for worms and really think about it. Everything is beautiful. Knowing that will make everything more enjoyable.
With that, I bid you farewell, I have a paper to write on time management.. *hopefully* my teacher will think my paper is beautiful too..
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I am a constant preacher of that which is beauty. I try to make it apparent to all those in contact with me, that we should all respect the beauty of others and everything in our world.
I've never understood how someone could pick at someone's appearence or the likes or dislikes of something. How people could pick at someones personality. But it's human to err and I respect that.
Something we all should know, is we are ALL beautiful.
You may not think the girl to your left is pretty, but to someone else she is, and even then, that does not mean she is not beautiful.
Beautiful is not only in appearance. It's in action. It's in simplicity. It's in a feeling.
Love is beautiful. Not just a couples love, a family's love, a father's love, a friend's love, a dog's love, a grandfather's love.. etc
Innocence is beautiful.
Simplicity is beautiful.
The broken are beautiful.
The courageous are beautiful.
Everything, everyone, is beautiful.
This chair to my right is beautiful. I mean it. It has a crack running across where you sit. It gives it character. Though you may not see it, I bet a photographer could show you it's beauty just by the corruption of an angle.
A child holding a father's hand is beautiful.
The penny on the ground, that has touched the lives of so many people, yea I still think it's beautiful.
The guy in your class that is extremely obnoxious, is beautiful. Trust me.. he may be annoying but there beauty with in him.
Beauty is joy.
Beauty is laughter.
The ability to express one's feelings... is beautiful.
gahhh i could go on forever.. and this isn't even well constructed. It's just a ramble. but I don't care. You know why? Because it's my beautifully unstructured, random blog, on beauty..that I would've wrote eventually but felt the urge to because Austin wrote one..
so yea I blame him. But that's okaybecause He and his blog are/is/was beautiful.
And so is anyone reading this.
and blah blah blah beauty.
I challenge you to seriously take a stroll outside and really look around. Look at all the things you normally look past. Look at people, think about their life story. Look at the ground you step on. Look at the candy wrapper on the ground. Look at the bird searching for worms and really think about it. Everything is beautiful. Knowing that will make everything more enjoyable.
With that, I bid you farewell, I have a paper to write on time management.. *hopefully* my teacher will think my paper is beautiful too..
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