The end of Summer is near. Im watching Nacho Libre . Sad, but maybe interesting. This movie only makes me laugh because of the funny accents. Why would you care? I'm not sure. Isn't that what most blogs are these days? Random ramblings about the going ons of life? It's unclear...I just bit my tounge. Ouch!!..HEHE
The point is- I am writing for the sake of writing. I don't have much to say now only because I have limited my interactions with the world as of late. My life has consisted of sister, mom, freinds and my dad.
In Indain culture,we function as one. As it is in other cultures, such as Hispanic for ex, we live breathe and move around each other. All of our individual plans are influenced by the others. This can sometimes make life stressful. The only way to manage is to take it one day at a time.
The family structure as a group versus individual can pose problems when you are trying to be an individual. But how can one be truly an individual if you are influenced by your family? And how can you grow close to your family if you function solely on your own? I prefer the invasive interactions over the formality that might come with trying to isolate one self in becoming an "individual."
There aren't any people in the world that are as important as your family. Whether you like it or not- blood does make a difference.
The concept of family is subjective. Whom ever you consider family. Make sure to take care of them as they would you.
As much as Im not trying to be lame- I cant help but to think I sound utterly utterly cliche. well. It is what it is. <---(horrible)
Its the truth.
PoEtRy ThErApY ...
I have found the writing of poetry very therapeutic. Poetry gives you the opportunity to express your feelings in words and images. It also gives you a chance to put words to all the ideas which come to your mind and which would be lost forever, if they are not put to some creative use.
When you feel unhappy read or hear an audio which can help you to alleviate your mood and make your day more pleasant.
When you are happy about some new event occurring in your life or in the world around you, take some time to put your feelings of the moment into a few lines. I find that it is a challenge to be able to put a big idea into a few lines of verse.
When you are looking for a challenge, take the time to write a poem on a boring subject, and make it a poem, to grab the interest of your reader. I practised writing poems based on fact, to make it more interesting and mentally appetizing .
A poem is an excellent way to channel your creative talents. You can create a poem which may seem frivolous today, but which at sometime or for someone else have a deeper meaning. Make an attempt at trying your hand at writing all types of poems. It is always best to let your thoughts flow when you are writing poetry, this is one of the best ways for releasing your creativity.
There have been times when I have written more than five poems in a day. It was just that the ideas started flowing, and there came a time when the poetry would write itself. What do I mean by saying that a poem would write itself? This means that the words, the images, the rhyme and the rhythm would all fall into place seemingly by magic once I had a concrete image or concept in my mind about the concept I wanted to write about. I have been writing poems from september, my firstbest poem being, “We Salut You”. Since that poem I have not looked back. I do hope that you find the writing of Poetry as enjoyable and therapeutic as I do.
When you feel unhappy read or hear an audio which can help you to alleviate your mood and make your day more pleasant.
When you are happy about some new event occurring in your life or in the world around you, take some time to put your feelings of the moment into a few lines. I find that it is a challenge to be able to put a big idea into a few lines of verse.
When you are looking for a challenge, take the time to write a poem on a boring subject, and make it a poem, to grab the interest of your reader. I practised writing poems based on fact, to make it more interesting and mentally appetizing .
A poem is an excellent way to channel your creative talents. You can create a poem which may seem frivolous today, but which at sometime or for someone else have a deeper meaning. Make an attempt at trying your hand at writing all types of poems. It is always best to let your thoughts flow when you are writing poetry, this is one of the best ways for releasing your creativity.
There have been times when I have written more than five poems in a day. It was just that the ideas started flowing, and there came a time when the poetry would write itself. What do I mean by saying that a poem would write itself? This means that the words, the images, the rhyme and the rhythm would all fall into place seemingly by magic once I had a concrete image or concept in my mind about the concept I wanted to write about. I have been writing poems from september, my firstbest poem being, “We Salut You”. Since that poem I have not looked back. I do hope that you find the writing of Poetry as enjoyable and therapeutic as I do.
HiGh SpIrItS
Life was in high spirits
Everything was going my way
The face of my soul was feelin' happier
With every coming day
With no things to bother
And no problems to solve
I was feelin' even more content
That my life was heading to resolve
But from top of the hill
When I saw the town
I couldn't help it any more
And it let me down
I saw people fighting for fame
I saw people striving to find the lost name
But all they did was ever the same
They said 'twas all part of the game
One thing of all that worries me today
Is that a once cheerful world has become so gray
Sitting on an iceberg I can feel the heat
Trust, Faith and Fidelity have taken a backseat
In a world today where deceit is so rife
I have little hope to live a peaceful life
But against the hope I pledge to do
To get my message clear and through
I feel my ride on the highway must end
For there are many things which refuse to mend
Of surety there are plans I strongly intend
To make my people simply comprehend
That life's too short to hold a grudge
And you make it shorter when you refuse to budge
So spread the message of peace and love
Throw the swords and feed the dove
Everything was going my way
The face of my soul was feelin' happier
With every coming day
With no things to bother
And no problems to solve
I was feelin' even more content
That my life was heading to resolve
But from top of the hill
When I saw the town
I couldn't help it any more
And it let me down
I saw people fighting for fame
I saw people striving to find the lost name
But all they did was ever the same
They said 'twas all part of the game
One thing of all that worries me today
Is that a once cheerful world has become so gray
Sitting on an iceberg I can feel the heat
Trust, Faith and Fidelity have taken a backseat
In a world today where deceit is so rife
I have little hope to live a peaceful life
But against the hope I pledge to do
To get my message clear and through
I feel my ride on the highway must end
For there are many things which refuse to mend
Of surety there are plans I strongly intend
To make my people simply comprehend
That life's too short to hold a grudge
And you make it shorter when you refuse to budge
So spread the message of peace and love
Throw the swords and feed the dove
InDePeNdAnCe DaY.........To Me?
Here in India, on this special day the 15th of August we celebrate our independence! Yeah!
Have you ever thought about what true independence really means to you on a personal level?
Creating true personal independence may mean that you are free to do whatever you want whenever you want wherever you want.
That is true independence, wouldn’t you say?
So how do you get there?
For me it begins with believing… believing that I can create and accomplish my own personal independence.
If you don’t believe in yourself, or if you have old beliefs that do not allow you to believe you can be truly independence, you will not be able to create freedom for yourself.
The Law of Attraction states that all forms of matter and energy are attracted to that which is of a like vibration. When our thoughts are in harmony with our highest desires and we set forth our thoughts consciously, we increasingly attract that which we desire.
Once you understand that what you are thinking and feeling is what you are attracting, it gives you a whole new perspective on creating your own personal independence.
You really can create anything you want. Really!
Many people may also define independence as “success” for with success comes the freedom to choose what you want to do… independence. Right?
Do you know that most people are more afraid of success than failure?
Why do you think that is?
I think it is because we become too comfortable with where we are in life and to step outside our comfort zone to become “successful” is scary… and we have to start thinking about what our friends and family will think of us.
Will you lose some friends when you become more independent?
Yes.
Will you gain new friends who are not challenged by your independence?
Yes.
We were all given beliefs as children by our parents and caregivers that we take with us throughout our lives… beliefs like, “I’m not good enough” or “I will never have a lot of money” or “No one in our family makes much money” or “I will never be independent” or “If I do make money it will get taken away.”
Remember, those beliefs were given to you by someone else and you can CHOOSE to let them go now. A simple way to let go of old beliefs that are holding you back is with this simple affirmation…
“I now release all limiting beliefs that are blocking my true independence.”
Repeat that affirmation throughout the day and especially as you fall asleep at night. Write it in a notebook over and over… and see what happens.
This is important…
You will notice that people who speak most of success, prosperity and independence have it - and people who speak most of lack have it. That is the Law of Attraction in action.
Are you attracting success and independence or lack?
You MUST eliminate complaining and telling others about any perceived lack in your life.
Begin to imagine yourself with the success and independence you desire. Spend a few moments several times throughout the day just imagining how it feels AS IF(factor) you already have true independence.
What does that feel like to you? What do you see? How is your life different?
SMILE and allow yourself to FEEL the feelings that accompany the true independence you have created.
See what I mean?
“Say what isn’t until it is”
Another important factor in beginning to create the true independence you desire is to determine WHY you want that independence?
Do you want to stay home with your Parents? Do you want to help your Gaurdian retire? Do you want to create freedom for yourself and your family? Do you want to make a difference in the world?
It is also important to remember to be open to RECEIVING what you desire. One simple method of remaining open to receiving is to practice repeating an Affirmation that states…
“I am open to receiving.”
“I am open to receiving true independence.”
“I am open to receiving true independence now.”
Most people feel they have to “see it before they believe it,” when in fact you can learn to “believe it before you see it.”
See the difference?
When you can learn to believe it before you see it, you will see your life begin to shift and you will begin to attract to you real and true independence.
Happy Independence Day!
CaTcHiNg Up WiTh MySeLf
My emotions have been spastic lately. Not in a bad way—I’m not sad or stressed or anything like that—I just think that mentally and physically, I am finally beginning to catch up with myself. I knew this would happen. In fact, I was hoping it would happen. Truthfully, I’m surprised it didn’t start to happen sooner. But I suppose that’s the nature of being so busy in all facets of life – you don’t have time to really think, or feel. You just plow forward, moving through it as quickly and efficiently as you possibly can. And, as the past few years have taught me, if there’s anything I am good at it, it’s moving through things.
There is nothing about this life that I don’t love. But regardless of how happy I am – and I am happy – there has been so much change, and it’s hard not to feel affected by it. Sometimes I lay awake at night and just review the past 6 months. I think about the circumstances I endured, the places and feelings I journeyed through, and where I reside, emotionally and physically, today.
Last night I sifted through my old diary and was shocked by the hopelessness I felt. I expended so much time and energy into attempting to “fix” what I felt was broken. I felt isolated, stagnant and generally dejected. Nothing was really going the way it should, the way I had envisioned for myself. My career was slowing, my friendships were fading, I missed my home town and rest of my friends was far away. I was with someone I loved, who knew me better than anyone and who had been by my side through my life’s hardest moments, but I knew it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t happy. The relationship was one-sided and uneven, I would have made it work, but for the most part I would have lived my life alone. . Those feelings and thoughts came from me—was I really that forlorn? That unsatisfied? And was I really going to continue on in my life feeling that way?
It’s amazing the way life works out, and how circumstances line up for us when we least expect them. I would have accepted and put up with so much to preserve my relationship. But the one thing I refused to give up on was family. That was the trigger that I needed to change my entire situation—to make it better. And I did. Change isn’t easy, but it’s necessary. It’s the only way we can transition from Point A to Point B; the only way we can grow, and find a new life circumstance that suits us much better, and makes us happier. Sometimes we have to give up the comfort and familiarity of a secure situation, and leap forward embracing the unknown. Usually, though, the unknown offers fresh and possibly even superior options. Options we never would have known existed if we’d stayed within the snugness of our too-small lives. Though I can’t help but miss that world at times, especially when I realize just how dramatically everything has shifted, and the pangs of change strike my core, I have done the best possible thing for myself by moving here, and by starting over. My old life no longer fits.
.I am really ready for this new life, and all the feelings that will go along with it
There is nothing about this life that I don’t love. But regardless of how happy I am – and I am happy – there has been so much change, and it’s hard not to feel affected by it. Sometimes I lay awake at night and just review the past 6 months. I think about the circumstances I endured, the places and feelings I journeyed through, and where I reside, emotionally and physically, today.
Last night I sifted through my old diary and was shocked by the hopelessness I felt. I expended so much time and energy into attempting to “fix” what I felt was broken. I felt isolated, stagnant and generally dejected. Nothing was really going the way it should, the way I had envisioned for myself. My career was slowing, my friendships were fading, I missed my home town and rest of my friends was far away. I was with someone I loved, who knew me better than anyone and who had been by my side through my life’s hardest moments, but I knew it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t happy. The relationship was one-sided and uneven, I would have made it work, but for the most part I would have lived my life alone. . Those feelings and thoughts came from me—was I really that forlorn? That unsatisfied? And was I really going to continue on in my life feeling that way?
It’s amazing the way life works out, and how circumstances line up for us when we least expect them. I would have accepted and put up with so much to preserve my relationship. But the one thing I refused to give up on was family. That was the trigger that I needed to change my entire situation—to make it better. And I did. Change isn’t easy, but it’s necessary. It’s the only way we can transition from Point A to Point B; the only way we can grow, and find a new life circumstance that suits us much better, and makes us happier. Sometimes we have to give up the comfort and familiarity of a secure situation, and leap forward embracing the unknown. Usually, though, the unknown offers fresh and possibly even superior options. Options we never would have known existed if we’d stayed within the snugness of our too-small lives. Though I can’t help but miss that world at times, especially when I realize just how dramatically everything has shifted, and the pangs of change strike my core, I have done the best possible thing for myself by moving here, and by starting over. My old life no longer fits.
.I am really ready for this new life, and all the feelings that will go along with it
>>>>>>>>>????...
i have no words
Words will come.Words fill my head
, my heart fills with tears
.my eyes with pain,
my conscious with her memory
and then the words come.
The art that has always inspired me, in remembrance of her kindness- of the most true kind- keeps me moving, and thinking, and wanting to live more fully, more passionately.Without her- I am not me. Without us, There are no words to offer a broken heart, a kindred soul, a burning flame, a love so deep, only words in writing with paper and pen with intricate letters, spellings and curves of dots and lines- would make it suffice. Would keep the art she lived for alive, the passion, the drive, the intensity to gain a knowledge of that desire and a mind waiting to be fulfilled, wanting and insisting to enrapture. It will stay within us. It will be ours, something I know bringing comfort -that you knew what it was like , it is now ours. For the same kind of pens and books of empty papers were also yours - They wont become a has been as long as I remember the flame, it will go on. When I think there is no more to give- the words amazingly start to flow - to no avail, in not knowing where they come from my hand wont stop moving and writing, something it never thought it could do. Just as I thought I was about to give up, she pushes and I feel her here with me and she is here telling me to live. She is strong writing these words for me, and the tears don't stop, and the flow keeps going and I am scared because I don't know where they are coming from, and the pain and hunger in my stomach is curling now but I am told to ignore it and keep fulfilling. One day, just one day...The power that is in those words start to subside and the passion remains. It is a command I cannot ignore. I will keep going for her, and for me. It will be. It is meant, and I surrender..to you.Thank you.
Words will come.Words fill my head
, my heart fills with tears
.my eyes with pain,
my conscious with her memory
and then the words come.
The art that has always inspired me, in remembrance of her kindness- of the most true kind- keeps me moving, and thinking, and wanting to live more fully, more passionately.Without her- I am not me. Without us, There are no words to offer a broken heart, a kindred soul, a burning flame, a love so deep, only words in writing with paper and pen with intricate letters, spellings and curves of dots and lines- would make it suffice. Would keep the art she lived for alive, the passion, the drive, the intensity to gain a knowledge of that desire and a mind waiting to be fulfilled, wanting and insisting to enrapture. It will stay within us. It will be ours, something I know bringing comfort -that you knew what it was like , it is now ours. For the same kind of pens and books of empty papers were also yours - They wont become a has been as long as I remember the flame, it will go on. When I think there is no more to give- the words amazingly start to flow - to no avail, in not knowing where they come from my hand wont stop moving and writing, something it never thought it could do. Just as I thought I was about to give up, she pushes and I feel her here with me and she is here telling me to live. She is strong writing these words for me, and the tears don't stop, and the flow keeps going and I am scared because I don't know where they are coming from, and the pain and hunger in my stomach is curling now but I am told to ignore it and keep fulfilling. One day, just one day...The power that is in those words start to subside and the passion remains. It is a command I cannot ignore. I will keep going for her, and for me. It will be. It is meant, and I surrender..to you.Thank you.
OlD FrIeNds .....
When I was a little boy, before I decided I wanted to try out public high school simply to become a good student, I went to a private school in T.nagar where I made a number of friends
I started at this particular school in kindergarten, and suffered through the painfully unattractive uniforms (of which I tried, unsuccessfully, to jazz up with sparkly and lacy cutoff leggings…), through the 8th class. I had always intended on finishing my schooling there, and I really loved it, but during the summer between 7th and 8th class, a friend convinced me to go to summer camp. Though terrified, I left home for the very first time (for 4 weeks!), and, despite my concern that I’d hate being away from home and cry daily like the homesick fool that I know I have it in me to be…I wound up having the best summer of my life.
Though I’d been wildly unaware, the desire must have been growing inside of me for quite some time because that was all it took to motivate me to switch schools. It made me crave something bigger. A wider variety of classes, new friends, big school dances, and of course, cheerleading in metro culturals. I had to the make the switch—I knew it was then, or never. And so, with just a few weeks of summer left before the start of the school year, my mom pulled me out of that school and enrolled in chittoor. The same high school my cousin attended many, many, many years prior (they’ll love me for that one!).
I was paralyzed with fear, and after my first day I was positive I’d made the wrong choice. After all, the friends I’d made at this school in chittoor(VDEM) were like scared-skin to me—I’d known them practically from then. And now…now I was the outsider with the funny clothes – What did they expect? I’d spent a lifetime wearing plaid jumpers and Monogrammed shirts!
I digress. A few months later, high school began to go just fine.It was all a great experience to say the least. But the one thing I missed dearly from my old school days were my family-like friends. It was hard to stay in touch. We were young, and our lives revolved around school, and the people in our immediate proximity. We didn’t drive yet, and our houses were all so far apart. I missed my best friend, desperately, but life just seemed to spiral on, and soon we lost toucjh in talking altogether. Not because of a fight, or anything bad. Our lives just went in different directions.
But last night, after 7-8 years, Harish and I got together for dinner . And we had the BEST time. We’d been trying to coordinate our schedules to get together since I moved , and we were having a hard time making it happen. Then, SUPER coincidentally, last time I ran into him and his mom in his apartment complex! There are cute shops and restaurants in his area, and we all happened to be walking around at the same time. None of us could believe it, and we decided it was fate giving us a good kick .
We sat for 4 hours catching up, laughing, eating good food, and becoming part of each other’s lives all over again. It was incredible—truly heartwarming—to know that a friend who made such an impact on my childhood, someone who I adored so much and spent so much concentrated time with, has turned into an amazing man who I still enjoy just as much. We picked up right where we left off (minus the braces and bad ----), and delved back into each other’s worlds with vigor and heart. There’s something so refreshing and real about spending time with friends who knew you back when, before you lost sight of your true self and starting trying to “grow up” and continuously transform yourself.
When we were finally ready to leave the restaurant, we walked out together and saw we’d parked in the exact same lot, right next to one another. Another crazy coincidence letting us know, once again, that despite the years passed and our different schooling and adult-life adventures, our friendship was, and still is, meant to be.
I started at this particular school in kindergarten, and suffered through the painfully unattractive uniforms (of which I tried, unsuccessfully, to jazz up with sparkly and lacy cutoff leggings…), through the 8th class. I had always intended on finishing my schooling there, and I really loved it, but during the summer between 7th and 8th class, a friend convinced me to go to summer camp. Though terrified, I left home for the very first time (for 4 weeks!), and, despite my concern that I’d hate being away from home and cry daily like the homesick fool that I know I have it in me to be…I wound up having the best summer of my life.
Though I’d been wildly unaware, the desire must have been growing inside of me for quite some time because that was all it took to motivate me to switch schools. It made me crave something bigger. A wider variety of classes, new friends, big school dances, and of course, cheerleading in metro culturals. I had to the make the switch—I knew it was then, or never. And so, with just a few weeks of summer left before the start of the school year, my mom pulled me out of that school and enrolled in chittoor. The same high school my cousin attended many, many, many years prior (they’ll love me for that one!).
I was paralyzed with fear, and after my first day I was positive I’d made the wrong choice. After all, the friends I’d made at this school in chittoor(VDEM) were like scared-skin to me—I’d known them practically from then. And now…now I was the outsider with the funny clothes – What did they expect? I’d spent a lifetime wearing plaid jumpers and Monogrammed shirts!
I digress. A few months later, high school began to go just fine.It was all a great experience to say the least. But the one thing I missed dearly from my old school days were my family-like friends. It was hard to stay in touch. We were young, and our lives revolved around school, and the people in our immediate proximity. We didn’t drive yet, and our houses were all so far apart. I missed my best friend, desperately, but life just seemed to spiral on, and soon we lost toucjh in talking altogether. Not because of a fight, or anything bad. Our lives just went in different directions.
But last night, after 7-8 years, Harish and I got together for dinner . And we had the BEST time. We’d been trying to coordinate our schedules to get together since I moved , and we were having a hard time making it happen. Then, SUPER coincidentally, last time I ran into him and his mom in his apartment complex! There are cute shops and restaurants in his area, and we all happened to be walking around at the same time. None of us could believe it, and we decided it was fate giving us a good kick .
We sat for 4 hours catching up, laughing, eating good food, and becoming part of each other’s lives all over again. It was incredible—truly heartwarming—to know that a friend who made such an impact on my childhood, someone who I adored so much and spent so much concentrated time with, has turned into an amazing man who I still enjoy just as much. We picked up right where we left off (minus the braces and bad ----), and delved back into each other’s worlds with vigor and heart. There’s something so refreshing and real about spending time with friends who knew you back when, before you lost sight of your true self and starting trying to “grow up” and continuously transform yourself.
When we were finally ready to leave the restaurant, we walked out together and saw we’d parked in the exact same lot, right next to one another. Another crazy coincidence letting us know, once again, that despite the years passed and our different schooling and adult-life adventures, our friendship was, and still is, meant to be.
It WiLl JuSt HaPpEn
Its the beginning of an end. The firstweek of August. Nearing end of summer. The beginning of... ( try and complete the sentence. do it for yourself).Everyday can be a new beginning. As cliche as it sounds- it is true. I find that once you make a decision, everything around you seems to revolve or contribute around that decision. In the cosmos, the world will favor you. Just have a positive outlook. Nothing is impossible. This can be dangerous for stubborn people like me. I believe in this, therefore if something is not happening the way I want it to- I force it, and I end up getting hurt and dissapointed. So I have decided to just let the earth work without trying to worry too much. Ultimately, I do not have the control. Lets learn to just let it be.
NeVeR In MoDeRaTiOn
Im feeling very jealous... Of myself.
I read my previous posts and realized... where did this boy go? Where have I been? Has the wind taken me far enough that I have forgotten? Did I really write all that?
And I envy dedication to writing of some people and itll be my foolishness wondering to be like them. Time does have a way of sweeping you up- the difference is recognzing when and how and why. Upon coming back down- your perspective is always different. Isnt life so weird and beautiful at the same time?
I do love to write. It seems natural for me to write everyday without heistation. I feel as though once I stop writing- I stop have a lust for knowledge and the desire to learn becomes somehow less. I fail to notice the things that I would normally write about. I fail to notice the culture and life around me as I used to ..-- because writing is truly a vehicle of expressing that which you cannot put into everyday talk. I dont want to just become part of the mundane everyday existance but I thrive being on the outside looking in. What Im trying to say is- writing allows me look at the world in a different light. Because I know that later on, I can document it all.. put it in symbols and words that I wouldnt have usually come up with if I didnt have the anticipation to come home and write about it.
Okay thats enough writing about writing. You get my drift.
Months gone by, and again I sit here wondering how it all happened. Where am I going. Where is this world taking me. Is is really up to me to propel it? Or am I still waiting on some miracle to just fall in my lap?
Wake up calls all around me. I often feel I am in a constant daze. Maybe I am not drinking enough coffee.
I read my previous posts and realized... where did this boy go? Where have I been? Has the wind taken me far enough that I have forgotten? Did I really write all that?
And I envy dedication to writing of some people and itll be my foolishness wondering to be like them. Time does have a way of sweeping you up- the difference is recognzing when and how and why. Upon coming back down- your perspective is always different. Isnt life so weird and beautiful at the same time?
I do love to write. It seems natural for me to write everyday without heistation. I feel as though once I stop writing- I stop have a lust for knowledge and the desire to learn becomes somehow less. I fail to notice the things that I would normally write about. I fail to notice the culture and life around me as I used to ..-- because writing is truly a vehicle of expressing that which you cannot put into everyday talk. I dont want to just become part of the mundane everyday existance but I thrive being on the outside looking in. What Im trying to say is- writing allows me look at the world in a different light. Because I know that later on, I can document it all.. put it in symbols and words that I wouldnt have usually come up with if I didnt have the anticipation to come home and write about it.
Okay thats enough writing about writing. You get my drift.
Months gone by, and again I sit here wondering how it all happened. Where am I going. Where is this world taking me. Is is really up to me to propel it? Or am I still waiting on some miracle to just fall in my lap?
Wake up calls all around me. I often feel I am in a constant daze. Maybe I am not drinking enough coffee.
CrIsIs Of FaItH....
Here is something I wrote yesterday when i was asked to write some article for my kollege news letter:
Life is a big mystery. Been feeling inspired lately and cant shake the questions. - If there were no life or existance, What is there? What is the point of it all? to serve God? If so- What does God Want? To be a good person to yourself and to others? ...Then why is it that not everyone can follow the same rules of a dogmatic religion? Its impossible. We are all created with individual characteristics, heritage, genes, and circumstances. How is it that we are all supposed to follow one formula? It doesnt make logical sense. I was brought up to always think there are rules and guidelines as to how to be a successful person on this journey called life. I was always told how I was to function in order to secure success. I always struggled with trying to make myself believe... But Belieiveing is also, Hard to believe.
Where does ones beliefs derive? From whcih ever they do. are they universal? -- regardless of whatever is worldly attached to that person?
I want to go with the easy answer to what I have always known. To learn about the techings of the prophets in Christianity, and to just read the Bible. So my heart can find rest. Yet- there are so many questions.
At some point, one must choose to believe in something- but if that belief doesnt adhere to a specific religion , does that mean that person is doomed to hell? God cannot be a cruel creator, we are his creations, yet we have the choice. The "free will" etc......We are not the ultimate judges, I suppose.
It is a persons choice to look outside themselves and find whatever it is they are looking for. We cannot be force fed a prescription medication. A one way ticket.
Diversity is what makes us human. Its what makes culture. We ALL have a story to tell. Without that story, life would be fruitless/hum drum.
Without all the things that human beings latch onto to give us an identity we are no body. Its like the movie about the boy who goes into the wild and leaves all his belongings and family behind him. In the end he found that Happiness is not real unless it is shared.
Those things are important. And the balance of the material, physical, metaphysical etc. is essential to our discovery about the journey that we are all destined to take., to live.
To say that worldly things are meaningless is ignorant. It is a cop out for the immature person who wants to take the easy way out. – Whichever way it would suit him or her. Those things would not exist if they were not important for our growth. Everything has a purpose? A reason?
The human capacity to THINK, FEEL, ACT, CREATE, AND TRANSFORM is immense. We are all given that ability. The proof lies with in a physical cat scan of our brain. And- we only really use a small part of it.
Sit on it.
Chao for now
Life is a big mystery. Been feeling inspired lately and cant shake the questions. - If there were no life or existance, What is there? What is the point of it all? to serve God? If so- What does God Want? To be a good person to yourself and to others? ...Then why is it that not everyone can follow the same rules of a dogmatic religion? Its impossible. We are all created with individual characteristics, heritage, genes, and circumstances. How is it that we are all supposed to follow one formula? It doesnt make logical sense. I was brought up to always think there are rules and guidelines as to how to be a successful person on this journey called life. I was always told how I was to function in order to secure success. I always struggled with trying to make myself believe... But Belieiveing is also, Hard to believe.
Where does ones beliefs derive? From whcih ever they do. are they universal? -- regardless of whatever is worldly attached to that person?
I want to go with the easy answer to what I have always known. To learn about the techings of the prophets in Christianity, and to just read the Bible. So my heart can find rest. Yet- there are so many questions.
At some point, one must choose to believe in something- but if that belief doesnt adhere to a specific religion , does that mean that person is doomed to hell? God cannot be a cruel creator, we are his creations, yet we have the choice. The "free will" etc......We are not the ultimate judges, I suppose.
It is a persons choice to look outside themselves and find whatever it is they are looking for. We cannot be force fed a prescription medication. A one way ticket.
Diversity is what makes us human. Its what makes culture. We ALL have a story to tell. Without that story, life would be fruitless/hum drum.
Without all the things that human beings latch onto to give us an identity we are no body. Its like the movie about the boy who goes into the wild and leaves all his belongings and family behind him. In the end he found that Happiness is not real unless it is shared.
Those things are important. And the balance of the material, physical, metaphysical etc. is essential to our discovery about the journey that we are all destined to take., to live.
To say that worldly things are meaningless is ignorant. It is a cop out for the immature person who wants to take the easy way out. – Whichever way it would suit him or her. Those things would not exist if they were not important for our growth. Everything has a purpose? A reason?
The human capacity to THINK, FEEL, ACT, CREATE, AND TRANSFORM is immense. We are all given that ability. The proof lies with in a physical cat scan of our brain. And- we only really use a small part of it.
Sit on it.
Chao for now
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