When all that is left of your life is an echo, what is there to hear? Who were you here? What did you do? Who is better for having known you?
Our effect on those around us is so much more important than it may seem.
“It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare.” C.S. Lewis
We do not make choices for others. Each of us is not responsible for the actions of others. I believe we do, however, hold a significant responsibility toward one another. We hold hands down the path of life. When one stumbles, instead of being the root on which they trip, we could be the hand that helps them stand.
That is what I mean by taking a second look. Look at your life. Are you the root or the hand? Do you cause others to stumble or do you hold them high?
We are the creators of our world. We allow for good and we allow for evil. If God is real and you lie naked before him, what will he say? What will you have to say for yourself?
When all the trappings of life fade away and the soul underneath is all that remains will you still be beautiful?
It isn’t to late until it is to late. Be the beauty of the world. Do more for others than yourself. Love with all the love you have and give all you have to give.
There is such a beauty in us. There is a depth which can never be measured. We can lose sight of the good so quickly that it seems it was never there at all. Of course this is only an illusion. No matter how far one strays, there is always a way back. The fog may be thick and it seems so hard to see through the tears but the light is so bright, you will see it if you look. So leave your fears in the fray, stand tall and proud in the face of adversity. Let us stand together until the end of our days, so that one day, we can look back and be proud of the lives we lead.
Let us create our heavens here on Earth. Let us give comfort to those that need it and food to those who hunger. There are no political borders to good people. There is no weakness or stupidity in giving to others before taking for ourselves. Be that change you wish to see in the world. Be strong when all others fail. Do not give in.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Holes
I realize the things I write sometimes change topic throughout. That's okay, I still think I'm pretty alright sometimes.
Holes
We reach out sometimes. We long for acceptance to make us feel whole again.
We all have a place we sometimes go. That place inside us where nothing feels right. There is a place that when we think of it, our eyes can’t help but tear up for all the feelings of hopelessness, loneliness and sadness. I’ve always called it a hole. I think everyone has it, that little spot that we try not to face.
Everyone tries to fill the holes. Some with drugs, some with sex or drinking or even God and church. All of these things can be an addiction in some way. We are addicted to the way they make us feel. Like we are somehow better for having done it. So fleeting are the feelings of pleasure we get from these things. These pleasures can only get us so far until the illusions crumble.
Some people try to ignore the holes. They laugh and smile with a heavy heart, always on the verge of breaking down and no one even knows. We hide the holes from each other. So difficult it can be to hide such a great yawning chasm. We each think we are the only one that can’t seem to get by, so we hide our shame that we want for more than the world offers. We hide that we want to be loved so strongly that we can barely take it. We even doubt that such a love can exist.
I think we’ve made a mistake. We always look to fill the hole inside. We search for others to fill it or a way to make the loneliness end.
I would like to put forth that there may be no hole at all. That perhaps the hole is the illusion.
When we look inside ourselves, we often feel less than we are. Each sadness seems an insurmountable monster that we can’t ignore.
When we look into ourselves, this is not what we should see. Though I feel it is what most of us do, it is not what we should. What I believe is the place we find our sadness should be the place we find our strength. Far to often we are detrimentally introspective when instead we can find all the wonderful things we need by just looking inward.
There is power in you and in me. We hold the power to shape our entire lives.
I was thinking on the things I desire. I realized today, and many times before, I don’t know what I want out of life. I think I, like many others, have convinced myself of certain things that in all honesty, are not true. Simply because things are one way, does not mean they can’t be another.
It seems like such a lie some times but we don’t have to be lonely. We don’t have to be sad. We don’t have to look anywhere but inside ourselves to find the things we really, honestly need. After we find those things; everything else, I think, should come easily.
I know I’m going to put this on a website. I don’t know what you will think. I know that things I say can be seen as very personal. I talk about these things for one reason. We don’t need these secrets. We need to know we aren’t alone. We need to know that some times.
We talk on the weather and sports and movies but we always seem to fall short where it really matters. We spend so long trying to fit in and like the same things and fill the silence that we have forgotten what we have known all along. We are the same, you and I. We laugh so hard some times it hurts. We cry some times when no one is looking. We long for acceptance on a deep, non-superficial level. We all don’t want be alone.
Find strength where you would find weakness. Find love where you would find hate. Be today, more than you were yesterday and mostly, don’t forget, though it’s easily done, you’re amazing.
Holes
We reach out sometimes. We long for acceptance to make us feel whole again.
We all have a place we sometimes go. That place inside us where nothing feels right. There is a place that when we think of it, our eyes can’t help but tear up for all the feelings of hopelessness, loneliness and sadness. I’ve always called it a hole. I think everyone has it, that little spot that we try not to face.
Everyone tries to fill the holes. Some with drugs, some with sex or drinking or even God and church. All of these things can be an addiction in some way. We are addicted to the way they make us feel. Like we are somehow better for having done it. So fleeting are the feelings of pleasure we get from these things. These pleasures can only get us so far until the illusions crumble.
Some people try to ignore the holes. They laugh and smile with a heavy heart, always on the verge of breaking down and no one even knows. We hide the holes from each other. So difficult it can be to hide such a great yawning chasm. We each think we are the only one that can’t seem to get by, so we hide our shame that we want for more than the world offers. We hide that we want to be loved so strongly that we can barely take it. We even doubt that such a love can exist.
I think we’ve made a mistake. We always look to fill the hole inside. We search for others to fill it or a way to make the loneliness end.
I would like to put forth that there may be no hole at all. That perhaps the hole is the illusion.
When we look inside ourselves, we often feel less than we are. Each sadness seems an insurmountable monster that we can’t ignore.
When we look into ourselves, this is not what we should see. Though I feel it is what most of us do, it is not what we should. What I believe is the place we find our sadness should be the place we find our strength. Far to often we are detrimentally introspective when instead we can find all the wonderful things we need by just looking inward.
There is power in you and in me. We hold the power to shape our entire lives.
I was thinking on the things I desire. I realized today, and many times before, I don’t know what I want out of life. I think I, like many others, have convinced myself of certain things that in all honesty, are not true. Simply because things are one way, does not mean they can’t be another.
It seems like such a lie some times but we don’t have to be lonely. We don’t have to be sad. We don’t have to look anywhere but inside ourselves to find the things we really, honestly need. After we find those things; everything else, I think, should come easily.
I know I’m going to put this on a website. I don’t know what you will think. I know that things I say can be seen as very personal. I talk about these things for one reason. We don’t need these secrets. We need to know we aren’t alone. We need to know that some times.
We talk on the weather and sports and movies but we always seem to fall short where it really matters. We spend so long trying to fit in and like the same things and fill the silence that we have forgotten what we have known all along. We are the same, you and I. We laugh so hard some times it hurts. We cry some times when no one is looking. We long for acceptance on a deep, non-superficial level. We all don’t want be alone.
Find strength where you would find weakness. Find love where you would find hate. Be today, more than you were yesterday and mostly, don’t forget, though it’s easily done, you’re amazing.
World of Dreamers
Wake in this world of dreamers.
Always walk with open eyes.
Sing softly as you pass the sleeping,
so your song is soft and light.
For angry are those with heavy eyes,
when their slumber is undone.
Though sadly when you wake up,
you may find you're the only one.
Always walk with open eyes.
Sing softly as you pass the sleeping,
so your song is soft and light.
For angry are those with heavy eyes,
when their slumber is undone.
Though sadly when you wake up,
you may find you're the only one.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Who is God: A Careful Definition of Who We Are to Me.
How to start such a serious matter? My definition of an entire people laid before you to be dissected. I suppose some will disagree with the things I have to say. Some will be offended and not wish to read further. I would say I do not write this for those who would turn away but that would not be the truth. I write this as much for those that will not hear me as to those that will. My hope is that someone will embrace these ideas and nurture them as I am trying to do. Someday, after much care and work, we may have a beautiful garden together.
I am a firm believer that no one hears often enough how wonderful they truly are. So, I want to start by saying how amazing I think you are. I hold you higher than anything else I know. I want more than anything for you to remember that next time you fall on hard times or you are feeling down. In this world, there are people who honestly care for you. There are people that want for nothing but to see a smile light up your face. I want you to know that you are beautiful and oh so bright no matter how the darkness surrounds you.
I know that parts of me struggle. I feel it. I feel that old pull of frustrations and disappointment sometimes. I know that I will occasionally fail at all I am trying to do. I am prepared to feel desperate and hopeless. I cannot prepare for the time I will spend being laughed at and mocked for my way of thinking. I know I will face opposition.
Walking the path is a difficult task. The struggle is the desire to react and hold a grudge. It is difficult to forgive and make it like nothing ever happened. To contain love, forgiveness and understanding in your heart every day is exhausting. It seems strange to me though, I find it is much more difficult now to deny these things than to live them.
I feel, you need to know the source of all the confusion that leads us further from the truth, is us. It is our inability to remember what we are and the power we hold over everything. It is our forgetfulness that leads us astray from the true path. We forget to often all that we can be. We can make life seem so terrible but if we were to be honest with ourselves, every day is a beautiful day. Every day is not to be discovered but to be created by our own hands.
This is where I may lose readers. I have found that it is often our faith that drives us from happiness. It is not faith that has driven us away, but our faith in the wrong hands.
To grow, we must learn. We must learn, even if it is only to learn we were wrong. If you are still with me, I want you to know, it is not my desire to lead you from God. It is simply my wish that you give careful thought to that which you believe and the manner in which you do so. It is my hope that you will remain true to the wonderful values you have learned through your faith. I wish you to lose nothing, only to gain insight into what is truly good and Godly through your own consideration.
I want you to learn for yourself rather than being told. I want you to understand that there is not much else that matters beyond doing what is right. I want you to understand my perspective that it doesn’t matter if God or Hell or Heaven even exist. If you are living a good life and there is a Heaven, surly you will go.
I want you to know that any God I would feel was worthy of consideration would never need to burn you for eternity. We are so much better at making Hell for ourselves than anyone could be. Hell, I think, is a state of mind. Hell is a place of confusion. There are no demons or torture. There is simply a lack of all that is real and good. Physical pain can be ignored. We tell our children of the scary demons to frighten them into obedience. I cannot condone this action. It gives our children a place to point the finger when things go badly. It takes the responsibility from our hands and places it out of our control.
I want you to know this world is the way it is because we allow it to be. We have within us the capacity to change everything. Tomorrow we could end famine and war. Today, we could do the same. This is what I want to tell you about yourself. You can change the world. You can create beauty and wonder like this world has never known.
The definition I hold for us is the same as that of God. We are everything that is good and right. We have in us the one thing that matters, love. Of all the messages of all the religions in all the world, I feel that simple fact is most often ignored. We have within us a peace. We have within ourselves, perfection. We simply need to remember that and live it.
It is such a difficult thing to grasp, that which makes us human. Our feelings and emotions can be broken down and placed into a test tube. The deepest, most intimate parts of our lives seem so easily exploited and placed on display. We seem so easily mislead.
I know that someday, we will figure this all out. If there is a God and he created us in his image, I cannot imagine we look like God on the outside. What use would God have for an arm? If horses had a God surely He would look like a horse. To me, in his image means so much more. You can lose your arm or your leg and you are no less human. You cannot lose goodness, honor or compassion and ever be the same.
I want you to reconsider things. I want you to look again at your life and what it means. I want you to dissect what you believe to be true. You may find that some of the things you hold so dearly are left wanting.
I want you to grow and succeed. I want to watch you smile and laugh until you cry. I want you to know how great you are and I want you to know how great is your place in this world. I want for you everything that I want for me. Never forget what you mean. Never forget what you mean to me and what you should mean to yourself. Never forget you matter, friend.
I am a firm believer that no one hears often enough how wonderful they truly are. So, I want to start by saying how amazing I think you are. I hold you higher than anything else I know. I want more than anything for you to remember that next time you fall on hard times or you are feeling down. In this world, there are people who honestly care for you. There are people that want for nothing but to see a smile light up your face. I want you to know that you are beautiful and oh so bright no matter how the darkness surrounds you.
I know that parts of me struggle. I feel it. I feel that old pull of frustrations and disappointment sometimes. I know that I will occasionally fail at all I am trying to do. I am prepared to feel desperate and hopeless. I cannot prepare for the time I will spend being laughed at and mocked for my way of thinking. I know I will face opposition.
Walking the path is a difficult task. The struggle is the desire to react and hold a grudge. It is difficult to forgive and make it like nothing ever happened. To contain love, forgiveness and understanding in your heart every day is exhausting. It seems strange to me though, I find it is much more difficult now to deny these things than to live them.
I feel, you need to know the source of all the confusion that leads us further from the truth, is us. It is our inability to remember what we are and the power we hold over everything. It is our forgetfulness that leads us astray from the true path. We forget to often all that we can be. We can make life seem so terrible but if we were to be honest with ourselves, every day is a beautiful day. Every day is not to be discovered but to be created by our own hands.
This is where I may lose readers. I have found that it is often our faith that drives us from happiness. It is not faith that has driven us away, but our faith in the wrong hands.
To grow, we must learn. We must learn, even if it is only to learn we were wrong. If you are still with me, I want you to know, it is not my desire to lead you from God. It is simply my wish that you give careful thought to that which you believe and the manner in which you do so. It is my hope that you will remain true to the wonderful values you have learned through your faith. I wish you to lose nothing, only to gain insight into what is truly good and Godly through your own consideration.
I want you to learn for yourself rather than being told. I want you to understand that there is not much else that matters beyond doing what is right. I want you to understand my perspective that it doesn’t matter if God or Hell or Heaven even exist. If you are living a good life and there is a Heaven, surly you will go.
I want you to know that any God I would feel was worthy of consideration would never need to burn you for eternity. We are so much better at making Hell for ourselves than anyone could be. Hell, I think, is a state of mind. Hell is a place of confusion. There are no demons or torture. There is simply a lack of all that is real and good. Physical pain can be ignored. We tell our children of the scary demons to frighten them into obedience. I cannot condone this action. It gives our children a place to point the finger when things go badly. It takes the responsibility from our hands and places it out of our control.
I want you to know this world is the way it is because we allow it to be. We have within us the capacity to change everything. Tomorrow we could end famine and war. Today, we could do the same. This is what I want to tell you about yourself. You can change the world. You can create beauty and wonder like this world has never known.
The definition I hold for us is the same as that of God. We are everything that is good and right. We have in us the one thing that matters, love. Of all the messages of all the religions in all the world, I feel that simple fact is most often ignored. We have within us a peace. We have within ourselves, perfection. We simply need to remember that and live it.
It is such a difficult thing to grasp, that which makes us human. Our feelings and emotions can be broken down and placed into a test tube. The deepest, most intimate parts of our lives seem so easily exploited and placed on display. We seem so easily mislead.
I know that someday, we will figure this all out. If there is a God and he created us in his image, I cannot imagine we look like God on the outside. What use would God have for an arm? If horses had a God surely He would look like a horse. To me, in his image means so much more. You can lose your arm or your leg and you are no less human. You cannot lose goodness, honor or compassion and ever be the same.
I want you to reconsider things. I want you to look again at your life and what it means. I want you to dissect what you believe to be true. You may find that some of the things you hold so dearly are left wanting.
I want you to grow and succeed. I want to watch you smile and laugh until you cry. I want you to know how great you are and I want you to know how great is your place in this world. I want for you everything that I want for me. Never forget what you mean. Never forget what you mean to me and what you should mean to yourself. Never forget you matter, friend.
If I Made a Heaven
This may be wierd but I wrote it to everyone. It was a quick write so I apologize if it isn't as good as it could be. I had to split it up into parts because it is to long.
If I Made a Heaven
If I made a heaven
here is what it’d be.
There would be a place for you
and there would be a place for me.
No one would forget your birthday.
They’d call you every time
Every year you’d get a Christmas present
without standing in a line.
There would always be a hug
whenever you may need.
Time would never matter
so you’d never have to leave.
There would be no lonely nights
when a pillow is all you hold.
We could spend forever in laughter
never to grow old.
If I made a heaven
here is what I’d do.
I’d spend my whole eternity
standing next to you.
I’d build a big house
where we all could live.
I’d spend my every day
giving all I have to give.
If I made a heaven
surely you’d be there.
We’d spend all day together
without a worry or a care.
No one would think it funny
that I cannot live without
those perfect hugs you give
that take away all doubt.
Maybe we’ll get to build it
though we can not figure how.
Maybe we should build it.
Maybe we should start here, now.
If I Made a Heaven
If I made a heaven
here is what it’d be.
There would be a place for you
and there would be a place for me.
No one would forget your birthday.
They’d call you every time
Every year you’d get a Christmas present
without standing in a line.
There would always be a hug
whenever you may need.
Time would never matter
so you’d never have to leave.
There would be no lonely nights
when a pillow is all you hold.
We could spend forever in laughter
never to grow old.
If I made a heaven
here is what I’d do.
I’d spend my whole eternity
standing next to you.
I’d build a big house
where we all could live.
I’d spend my every day
giving all I have to give.
If I made a heaven
surely you’d be there.
We’d spend all day together
without a worry or a care.
No one would think it funny
that I cannot live without
those perfect hugs you give
that take away all doubt.
Maybe we’ll get to build it
though we can not figure how.
Maybe we should build it.
Maybe we should start here, now.
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