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People say that life is a jungle. I, for one, completely disagree. We are baracaded by an imaginary city that has turned into life and what we call lifestlye, and we are limited to work, dreams, wishes, and choice of attitude. For some, their caption of life is within the smallest of four walls.
This is my comfort zone - my source of fear of what is beyond. But I want to feel the sun that merely reflects on twin buildings, I want mountains and rivers. I would like to see the greener pastures of life.
I am contained to seek my Lover and His Love. There has to be more to it.
Another Chance
Another chance means vulnerability. Its when you entrust your battered heart to the person who broke it. Its finding out who you consider to be the most human of all human beings. It's a risk.
Just like love. What if doesn't work? That question almost stopped me. Ah, but what if it does? That question battled me. Am I being an idealist, a patronizer of this idea? Or am I being an oppertunist? Either way, Lord, its all up to You.
Just like love -- its a risk. What if it doesn't work out? Ah, but what if it does?
Everyday
Goodbye my love, I am going. I am slowing you down.
I can feel you stop breathing, when I come around.
I'm slowing you down
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Love turns its back and just stands in my way.
Goodbye my love, you don't get me
You don't let me inside
You once kept me close, when you wanted to hide
You pulled me in close, just to push me aside, goodbye.
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Love turns its back just to stand in my way.
Goodbye my love, I'm going away.
I know you won't follow me far.
Once I went out, just to look at the stars.
I asked you to join me, but you were too tired.
I wanted you, to see them too.
Why did I let myself need you?
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Goodbye my love, I am going
I am slowing you down. I can feel you stop breathing when I come around.
I'm slowing you down.
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Love turns its back just to stand in my way
Chapel Hour -- Problems and Predicaments 101
"True friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget."
Has anyone heard this quote before, or at least something similar? I have, countless of times. And, definately, it sounds so full of common sense (the kind that really is common). It sounds like the usual advice. Its just so cliche.
Yes, people have said that the only reason things are cliche is because they are true. Of course its true, I understand that completely... Its true, but why doesn't it ever show itself in a situation? Why doesn't it resolve in the time it should be resolving a problem? I suppose we need something more than any advice, quote, or lesson can ever give. I suppose we need experience -- a familiar emotion, and learnings on how to cope.
How do we know when to cope? How do we know when something is a problem or a predicament? Lets start with finding if something is a problem.
A problem, just like death, is a natural plight. Everyone goes through it. Its there for reasons, and its solvable.
A predicament is something that is futile -- something you have to cope with when all possible means of resolve have been done. It is when all you can do is save your effort, and go through whatever the situation is. In opinion, I believe a predicament is harder than problems, and adding them together is just a perplexing thought. So I have a question now: What do I do when i'm perplexed with problems and predicaments? And that's where I'm stuck.
It seems I've gone bitter, and i've expressed what I've always felt like expressing to him simply because I felt he deserved it -- to feel like a lesser being. Is this reality a problem -- something that could b solved if I try just about every means possible/plausible? Or is it a predicament -- wherein I should stop trying and cope because I've done so much to make amends with him, but never prevailed? Or is it still a problem -- because, maybe, just maybe, I haven't tried my best for him? What can I do? What process should I take?
If true friends are impossible to forget, and if he were a true friend, then I wouldn't be able to forget him no matter what I do, or how hard I try to forget. My efforts would be wasted, and I'd have to search for a resolution (problem). But if he weren't a true friend, then I'd forget him easily. I'd just go through the process, and forget. (predicament).
Is there still hope? I see now why its confusing... It seems, this time, my problem would be harder than predicament. Oh, the irnoy.
English 1124 -- Poem on Death
That we live by faith and not by sight,
For we die everyday in our sleep.
Do not be distressed by this natural plight,
Our lives were never ours to keep.
He saith, "Don't be confident in the body."
It was never meant to last.
Be kept secured in his warm glory;
Secured once united, and do not dwell on the past.
Youth
I was texting my friend last night. He said he didn't want to get older. I don't blame him. I wish I was young forever. I wish I had every tradition forever. I wish I could be lax in my comfort zone forever. And if the only thing constant in this world were change, I wish change were something that would change.
But we're getting older. And as we do, we stay young and indifferent because of such thoughts of everlasting youth. We stay the same, and we turn to insanity.
I told him something like, "Why do people want to remain as youth when they already are youth and much more? I'm a 3 year old. I'm a 5 year old."
We die as youth and so much more.
Forever young, i wanna be forever young. Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, forever..
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