Happy New Year Folks.
Make it a good one.
Here's a song I wrote LAST New year's eve.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vD713ZHRKI
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Hate: The Most Unifying Love
Merry Christmas Eve. I just thought I would throw down a few lines for the couple of you out there who occassionally read this.
Yes, there is a lot of hate in the world. There is a lot of war, a lot of distress, a lot of sickness.
And to me, I've found that most alliances are formed not out of peace, but because of a common enemy. Not because they necessarily want to be friends, but because they both hate someone else more than they dislike each other. Hate is the most unifying love.
And that's what is wrong with the world today, besides many other things, of course. The only unity we seem to have is temporary "gang-up" on something that two people who dislike each other decide to quickly team up to destroy, and once the greater enemy is destroyed, the unity is broken and the old hate back into place.
Whether at a national scale, or a personal one, this happens in everyday life.
When looking at something or someone different, I think human beings tend to immediately look for differences or reasons why it is not up to our standard, or why we should avoid it. As humans I believe that we would rather give ourselves "warning signs" to stay away from something and hate it, as to not grow attached or fond of it, because if you care about something, you might have to do something about it. But I think if everyone were to actually love, especially on this celebration of the God of Love, Prince of Peace coming into the world, they would realize how much easier it is to love than to hate.
And so...here's my observation.
It takes two to go to war, but only one to fall in love.
Which one is easier?
Yes, there is a lot of hate in the world. There is a lot of war, a lot of distress, a lot of sickness.
And to me, I've found that most alliances are formed not out of peace, but because of a common enemy. Not because they necessarily want to be friends, but because they both hate someone else more than they dislike each other. Hate is the most unifying love.
And that's what is wrong with the world today, besides many other things, of course. The only unity we seem to have is temporary "gang-up" on something that two people who dislike each other decide to quickly team up to destroy, and once the greater enemy is destroyed, the unity is broken and the old hate back into place.
Whether at a national scale, or a personal one, this happens in everyday life.
When looking at something or someone different, I think human beings tend to immediately look for differences or reasons why it is not up to our standard, or why we should avoid it. As humans I believe that we would rather give ourselves "warning signs" to stay away from something and hate it, as to not grow attached or fond of it, because if you care about something, you might have to do something about it. But I think if everyone were to actually love, especially on this celebration of the God of Love, Prince of Peace coming into the world, they would realize how much easier it is to love than to hate.
And so...here's my observation.
It takes two to go to war, but only one to fall in love.
Which one is easier?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The Perfect Song at Imperfect Times
Time is at fault in many things. Time is the reason that you can't spend your New Years Eve with a party in Spain while simultaneously lounging around in Florida. Time is the push that makes you get your taxes done by April. And time is measured in many different ways.
And what once seemed perfect may, through time, lose that touch; that state. Time seems to wear down many things, but also has the power to repair.
And I personally find myself wishing to be stuck in a single moment where I find everything to be right. I wish that, while feeling the way that I forever want to feel, I would be able to freeze time, and constantly live in that moment. I'm afraid of what I can't see; what's completely unknown to me.
With a new year coming up, and many changes in life accompanying it, I wish that I could stop time, or relive this year. And not for the reason that this was a particularily good year...but at least I would know what was coming. It was predictable...safe.
What was a perfect song then may not be the perfect song coming up. I'm afraid that a year of gains and hopes will be followed by a year of loss...
"Like New Year's Eve, tonight's underway, but tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day.
Cuz underneath the scars of your broken dreams, an undone war still wages and stings.
You feel the year will blow like a breeze through a rainbow you swear is there, but you can't grab ahold.
So you sit and cry and wonder why."
New years seem to creep me out in ways that I never thought they could. "New" seems to be the good buzz word in adveritising. But to me...I hate change.
I HATE change.
And every year I have to man in up and hope that this year will be ok, and that I'll get through it.
I just have to hope that where I end up will be better than where I am now...
"You've come far, and though you're far from the end,
You dont' mind where you are cuz you know where you've been."
I hope this upcoming year will be one full of hope and progress.
And what once seemed perfect may, through time, lose that touch; that state. Time seems to wear down many things, but also has the power to repair.
And I personally find myself wishing to be stuck in a single moment where I find everything to be right. I wish that, while feeling the way that I forever want to feel, I would be able to freeze time, and constantly live in that moment. I'm afraid of what I can't see; what's completely unknown to me.
With a new year coming up, and many changes in life accompanying it, I wish that I could stop time, or relive this year. And not for the reason that this was a particularily good year...but at least I would know what was coming. It was predictable...safe.
What was a perfect song then may not be the perfect song coming up. I'm afraid that a year of gains and hopes will be followed by a year of loss...
"Like New Year's Eve, tonight's underway, but tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day.
Cuz underneath the scars of your broken dreams, an undone war still wages and stings.
You feel the year will blow like a breeze through a rainbow you swear is there, but you can't grab ahold.
So you sit and cry and wonder why."
New years seem to creep me out in ways that I never thought they could. "New" seems to be the good buzz word in adveritising. But to me...I hate change.
I HATE change.
And every year I have to man in up and hope that this year will be ok, and that I'll get through it.
I just have to hope that where I end up will be better than where I am now...
"You've come far, and though you're far from the end,
You dont' mind where you are cuz you know where you've been."
I hope this upcoming year will be one full of hope and progress.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I Heard The Bells
Lately I've had one of the most profound and beautiful poems stuck in my head because of this season. Constantly phrases sneak into my thoughts while i am sitting alone quietly, and touch my heart in such a way that this song has never before so done. This year, a song that I have known most of my life has taken a new shape, meaning, and form to me...and maybe that's because I see its possible potential role in my life. I see how it can describe relate to our modern day, even though it was written in 1864.
"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" was composd on december 25, 1864 by Henry Longfellow. During this time, the United States was still months away from Lee's surrender to General Grant, ending the Civil War. The country was in chaos. Brother against brother. And if just knowing that this was going on somewhere in the world wasn't enough to burden a man's heart, Henry Longfellow had a tragic life in many aspects that, when I was curious enough to look up and read about, has touched my heart and has created, forever, a ringing in my head of his lyrics.
Soon after the outbreak of the Civil War, his son was crippled due to war wounds and eventually led to his death. This grieved him. And if that were not enough, a fire broke out in the library of their house, catching his wife, Frances, on fire. He used a small throw rug to try and smother the flames, but its size was inadequate. When that didn't work, he threw his own self around her to try and smother the flames, severely burning his face, hands, and arms. His wife died the next morning, and he was permanently scarred physically and emotionally.
In his journal entry on the first Christmas after Frances death, he wrote, "How inexpressibly sad are all holidays. I can make no record of these days. Better to leave them wrapped in silence. Perhaps someday God will give me peace."
The lyrics of his poem, "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" have stuck with me these last few weeks, especially when I read the newspaper. "And in despair I bowed my head. 'There is no peace on earth,' I said. 'For hate is strong, and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men.'"
There is so much hate and opposition and sadness in our world, it seems at times that there is no hope for us as a society, or maybe even as individuals. It's scary to walk outside because you never know what is going to happen to you. I seems that nothing is sacred anymore. Nothing is respected. Nothing is safe. And how sad it is that our world seems more unified by a hate than love.
But there is always hope. That is what we are celebrating this season. HOPE. There is always that. Hope is something greater. Hope, because love itself came down to take upon Him our sins and die for us so that we may live again. So that we will be able to be saved. Hope in God. Hope in our fellow man.
And so I leave you with the final verse that he wrote, and I hope that no matter what tragedies you encounter in life that the words of Henry Longfellow stick in your mind.
"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: 'God is not dead, nor doth he sleep. The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth, good will to men.'"
"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" was composd on december 25, 1864 by Henry Longfellow. During this time, the United States was still months away from Lee's surrender to General Grant, ending the Civil War. The country was in chaos. Brother against brother. And if just knowing that this was going on somewhere in the world wasn't enough to burden a man's heart, Henry Longfellow had a tragic life in many aspects that, when I was curious enough to look up and read about, has touched my heart and has created, forever, a ringing in my head of his lyrics.
Soon after the outbreak of the Civil War, his son was crippled due to war wounds and eventually led to his death. This grieved him. And if that were not enough, a fire broke out in the library of their house, catching his wife, Frances, on fire. He used a small throw rug to try and smother the flames, but its size was inadequate. When that didn't work, he threw his own self around her to try and smother the flames, severely burning his face, hands, and arms. His wife died the next morning, and he was permanently scarred physically and emotionally.
In his journal entry on the first Christmas after Frances death, he wrote, "How inexpressibly sad are all holidays. I can make no record of these days. Better to leave them wrapped in silence. Perhaps someday God will give me peace."
The lyrics of his poem, "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" have stuck with me these last few weeks, especially when I read the newspaper. "And in despair I bowed my head. 'There is no peace on earth,' I said. 'For hate is strong, and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men.'"
There is so much hate and opposition and sadness in our world, it seems at times that there is no hope for us as a society, or maybe even as individuals. It's scary to walk outside because you never know what is going to happen to you. I seems that nothing is sacred anymore. Nothing is respected. Nothing is safe. And how sad it is that our world seems more unified by a hate than love.
But there is always hope. That is what we are celebrating this season. HOPE. There is always that. Hope is something greater. Hope, because love itself came down to take upon Him our sins and die for us so that we may live again. So that we will be able to be saved. Hope in God. Hope in our fellow man.
And so I leave you with the final verse that he wrote, and I hope that no matter what tragedies you encounter in life that the words of Henry Longfellow stick in your mind.
"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: 'God is not dead, nor doth he sleep. The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth, good will to men.'"
Friday, December 18, 2009
The King
So...here are my thoughts (in poetic form) thinking about my last post, and how it seems like everyone is too afraid to offend other people.
My King
In this world where all that’s made is supreme
there is truly only one dominant king.
One that makes us all equal and loves us the same
Regardless of skin color, culture or name.
And our true lord creator is kicked to the curb.
Afraid now to mutter that three letter word
that means something to all, not cared for by lots.
Don’t proclaim it to me; it’s He whom we forgot.
I hope to keep this in line, to say the right thing.
In our day and age, political-correctness is king.
We must worship and follow, and willingly love it,
but worship’s still not allowed in the view of the public.
My king, my king these songs to you we sing.
But we take out your name, to help feel the same.
Now answer me, what’s truly ruling?
With our hands over our heart, we pronounce each day,
to the colors of freedom that beautifully sway.
And we all have the choice to repeat it or not
but “under God” is somehow what we’ve forgot.
Non-denominational has stolen the way
of our holidays and meetings, and what we can say.
To make sure that our brothers remain un-offended
we’re too naïve to see that we’re people now blended.
When I look in the mirror I see different than you.
When I plead with my lord, whether Christian or Jew,
He listens to me whether or not you believe.
This intensity is now what we need to relieve.
My king, my king these songs to you we sing.
But we take out your name, to help feel the same.
Now answer me, what’s truly ruling?
I can’t live worshipping this worldly king.
Just because someone down here thinks our nation would sting
if we all thought and stood for difference in all.
And would cause, by opinions, our ultimate fall.
In our current age where correctness is king,
and equality rules and fairness cries ring,
if we’re all afraid to say what will be corrected,
are freedoms and rights then really protected?
And so we worship our rights, with God don’t even flirt
or mention His name, because feelings might be hurt.
Don’t freely speak, different opinions are now wrong.
But, tell me, wasn’t that what our country was founded on?
My King
In this world where all that’s made is supreme
there is truly only one dominant king.
One that makes us all equal and loves us the same
Regardless of skin color, culture or name.
And our true lord creator is kicked to the curb.
Afraid now to mutter that three letter word
that means something to all, not cared for by lots.
Don’t proclaim it to me; it’s He whom we forgot.
I hope to keep this in line, to say the right thing.
In our day and age, political-correctness is king.
We must worship and follow, and willingly love it,
but worship’s still not allowed in the view of the public.
My king, my king these songs to you we sing.
But we take out your name, to help feel the same.
Now answer me, what’s truly ruling?
With our hands over our heart, we pronounce each day,
to the colors of freedom that beautifully sway.
And we all have the choice to repeat it or not
but “under God” is somehow what we’ve forgot.
Non-denominational has stolen the way
of our holidays and meetings, and what we can say.
To make sure that our brothers remain un-offended
we’re too naïve to see that we’re people now blended.
When I look in the mirror I see different than you.
When I plead with my lord, whether Christian or Jew,
He listens to me whether or not you believe.
This intensity is now what we need to relieve.
My king, my king these songs to you we sing.
But we take out your name, to help feel the same.
Now answer me, what’s truly ruling?
I can’t live worshipping this worldly king.
Just because someone down here thinks our nation would sting
if we all thought and stood for difference in all.
And would cause, by opinions, our ultimate fall.
In our current age where correctness is king,
and equality rules and fairness cries ring,
if we’re all afraid to say what will be corrected,
are freedoms and rights then really protected?
And so we worship our rights, with God don’t even flirt
or mention His name, because feelings might be hurt.
Don’t freely speak, different opinions are now wrong.
But, tell me, wasn’t that what our country was founded on?
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Chrismahanakwanzaka
So...an eight year old boy has been suspended from school in Massachusetts. He was asked by his teacher to draw a picture of something that reminded him of Christmas.
Guess what he drew. Come on...guess!
He drew a picture of Jesus dying on the cross. Now...right there that obviously deserves a spanking, right? I mean...how dare a young boy in a country that was developed and founded on freedom of religion not only draw something religious, but...how could anyone in their right mind associate CHRISTmas with CHRIST? Seriously. This boy needs counseling.
And that's exactly what the teacher did. The boy is now required to take a psychological evaluation for drawing a picture of Jesus on the cross because it was too violent!
I hope that frustrates a lot of other people out there. I mean...violent? Jesus Christ is going to be associated with Christmas, so the teacher should have expected that. Also, He came to show us how to live, and to die for us, so that we can gain forgiveness and return to live with Him someday. Key phrase: came to DIE. So yes...death is violent. Christ did die in a violent manner. But Christ IS associated with Christmas. Christ IS Christmas. And if you need counseling and a psychological evaluation for believing such, then I better sign up next, because I'm thinking like an eight year old boy.
And what holiday isn't violent, or associated in some way, in all seriousness? Holidays like Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, July 4th and many others are created to celebrate a freedom or moment of relief from oppression. From violence. Without it, there would be nothing to celebrate. To me, the most violent holiday is Arbor Day, cuz trees can fall on people. And that's violent. Plus, when we all write our yearly Arbor Day cards and send them out to our friends and family, we are actually using the corpses of the thing we are celebrating that day. So...yeah, I can understanding having to go to counseling for drawing a picture of a tree on Arbor Day...but I honestly think that any depiction of Christ and Christmas should be acceptable, because they are all important. Especially the one that the kid drew.
Or maybe I just need a psychological evaluation myself.
Guess what he drew. Come on...guess!
He drew a picture of Jesus dying on the cross. Now...right there that obviously deserves a spanking, right? I mean...how dare a young boy in a country that was developed and founded on freedom of religion not only draw something religious, but...how could anyone in their right mind associate CHRISTmas with CHRIST? Seriously. This boy needs counseling.
And that's exactly what the teacher did. The boy is now required to take a psychological evaluation for drawing a picture of Jesus on the cross because it was too violent!
I hope that frustrates a lot of other people out there. I mean...violent? Jesus Christ is going to be associated with Christmas, so the teacher should have expected that. Also, He came to show us how to live, and to die for us, so that we can gain forgiveness and return to live with Him someday. Key phrase: came to DIE. So yes...death is violent. Christ did die in a violent manner. But Christ IS associated with Christmas. Christ IS Christmas. And if you need counseling and a psychological evaluation for believing such, then I better sign up next, because I'm thinking like an eight year old boy.
And what holiday isn't violent, or associated in some way, in all seriousness? Holidays like Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, July 4th and many others are created to celebrate a freedom or moment of relief from oppression. From violence. Without it, there would be nothing to celebrate. To me, the most violent holiday is Arbor Day, cuz trees can fall on people. And that's violent. Plus, when we all write our yearly Arbor Day cards and send them out to our friends and family, we are actually using the corpses of the thing we are celebrating that day. So...yeah, I can understanding having to go to counseling for drawing a picture of a tree on Arbor Day...but I honestly think that any depiction of Christ and Christmas should be acceptable, because they are all important. Especially the one that the kid drew.
Or maybe I just need a psychological evaluation myself.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Punch A Terrorist. Please. Go Ahead.
This really upsets me. Three Navy Seals went into Iraq and tracked and captured THE MOST WANTED TERRORIST there. Awesome, right? And then they handed him over to the Iraqi government for a while, and then was later given back to the custody of the United States after complaining of being punched at one point.
First of all...I would LOVE to give a nice solid high-five to whoever was the one that punched him in the face. It would be a VERY solid high-five. So not only do I have no pity for the mass murderer who is accusing the SEALS of punching him (congrats if they did), but the only word that we are going on is THAT OF THE TERRORIST! Seriously?
Rowan Scarborough of Fox News, who broke the story, quotes Neal Puckett, one of the commando's defense attorneys, as saying:
"I don’t know how they’re going to bring this detainee to the United States and give us our constitutional right to confrontation in the courtroom. But again, we have terrorists getting their constitutional rights in New York City, but I suspect that they’re going to deny these SEALs their right to confrontation in a military courtroom in Virginia."
I don't know about you, but I see many problems with this whole thing. These men should be national heroes right now, not on trial. I don't see how we can go from, just months earlier, celebrating when this same unit blew off the heads of three pirates, and then now getting mad when they punch a terrorist!
So here is a song I wrote to thank all our veterans. Hope you enjoy it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kQmJV31ljc
First of all...I would LOVE to give a nice solid high-five to whoever was the one that punched him in the face. It would be a VERY solid high-five. So not only do I have no pity for the mass murderer who is accusing the SEALS of punching him (congrats if they did), but the only word that we are going on is THAT OF THE TERRORIST! Seriously?
Rowan Scarborough of Fox News, who broke the story, quotes Neal Puckett, one of the commando's defense attorneys, as saying:
"I don’t know how they’re going to bring this detainee to the United States and give us our constitutional right to confrontation in the courtroom. But again, we have terrorists getting their constitutional rights in New York City, but I suspect that they’re going to deny these SEALs their right to confrontation in a military courtroom in Virginia."
I don't know about you, but I see many problems with this whole thing. These men should be national heroes right now, not on trial. I don't see how we can go from, just months earlier, celebrating when this same unit blew off the heads of three pirates, and then now getting mad when they punch a terrorist!
So here is a song I wrote to thank all our veterans. Hope you enjoy it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kQmJV31ljc
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The Definition of Happiness
So I've decided something...there are many ways that people attempt to find happiness in this world. Everybody knows that.
And what seems appealing to one person may not seem appealing to another. Another basic fact.
But what about a true definition of happiness that fits all people? Which people are truly happy in this world because of one common theme?
With a world that strives on developing technologies, ideas, and medicine, there are many options from which a person may choose their "joy", and there will be many more tomorrow. But most people in the world share very similar problems and stresses and anxieties. Many illnesses cannot be cured. Many people cannot be calmed or compensated or helped to cope from certain trials in any way.
And with the developing fields of study and medicines being discovered, many people are rushing to the doctor and pharmacist to find these cures. Which is great. I personally love a world where I can find almost any type of relief I need from almost anything. But the sad thing is, besides the fact that, due to opposition in all things, many people abuse these drugs, there are also not cures for everything.
And so...after thinking, I know who the truly happy people in this world are...
Those lucky enough to have pills for their specific problems.
And what seems appealing to one person may not seem appealing to another. Another basic fact.
But what about a true definition of happiness that fits all people? Which people are truly happy in this world because of one common theme?
With a world that strives on developing technologies, ideas, and medicine, there are many options from which a person may choose their "joy", and there will be many more tomorrow. But most people in the world share very similar problems and stresses and anxieties. Many illnesses cannot be cured. Many people cannot be calmed or compensated or helped to cope from certain trials in any way.
And with the developing fields of study and medicines being discovered, many people are rushing to the doctor and pharmacist to find these cures. Which is great. I personally love a world where I can find almost any type of relief I need from almost anything. But the sad thing is, besides the fact that, due to opposition in all things, many people abuse these drugs, there are also not cures for everything.
And so...after thinking, I know who the truly happy people in this world are...
Those lucky enough to have pills for their specific problems.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Turn of Music
So, I've noticed this a lot lately, about how music themes have seemed to take a turn. It seems in almost every genre the message that is trying to be passed is taking a shift, even if it's only slightly in some. Music has the power to effect people in ways that are incredible and unbelievable. Music is an aspect where anything can be spoken of. Topics like women, love, fear, hate, God, sex, and other subjects that may seem too "taboo" in normal conversation are not only accepted through music, but applauded.
And in the music that seems to be coming out nowadays, I feel like people are looking for something more. For example, I have not heard as many "happy" songs in the last few years come out. A while ago, songs that were all about being happily in love and dancing around and loving life seemed to be dominant. Now music is really turning.
Worship music, in many cases, has taken its spin from telling about how much the person loves God and how much God loves them, to, in many cases, a plea for how much they NEED God.
And that's my main point. Music has taken its turn because in our war torn, corrupt, wicked world where many people's jobs are being lost and the economy is not doing so well, people are not feeling that "happy" song in their hearts all the time.
They need a song to be a Hero. Something to look up to; relate to.
The songs that most people are coming out with right now are more about longing. Needing. They seem to be full of hope, but also of fear and of an almost desperation. Right now the world needs happines. Heck, the world needs lots of things.
But people need a hero. But heroes are too human. And the ones that seem to be "above us" are too unrelatable.
Music is becoming the hope. The relatable source.
The Hero.
And in the music that seems to be coming out nowadays, I feel like people are looking for something more. For example, I have not heard as many "happy" songs in the last few years come out. A while ago, songs that were all about being happily in love and dancing around and loving life seemed to be dominant. Now music is really turning.
Worship music, in many cases, has taken its spin from telling about how much the person loves God and how much God loves them, to, in many cases, a plea for how much they NEED God.
And that's my main point. Music has taken its turn because in our war torn, corrupt, wicked world where many people's jobs are being lost and the economy is not doing so well, people are not feeling that "happy" song in their hearts all the time.
They need a song to be a Hero. Something to look up to; relate to.
The songs that most people are coming out with right now are more about longing. Needing. They seem to be full of hope, but also of fear and of an almost desperation. Right now the world needs happines. Heck, the world needs lots of things.
But people need a hero. But heroes are too human. And the ones that seem to be "above us" are too unrelatable.
Music is becoming the hope. The relatable source.
The Hero.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I Want You To Hear It From Me First...
I figured it was time to spill the news to you all...
...And I wanted all of you to hear it from me first...
...Yes...I slept with Tiger Woods :P
I honestly think that we as a media crazed people are headed in a funny direction, where this becomes big news, and where people proudly pronounce this to the world. I mean...it IS a story right? Tiger Woods doing things that we say he morally shouldn't. Because, as a professional golfer, we obviously see him as a man expected to hold high morals.
That's what golfing is all about.
I'm not saying that he should have done what he did but...come on! As the American people, we somehow believe that he owes us the biggest explanation of what he has done, along with a sincere apology. There's really only one person that deserves an explanation.
And that's his wife.
BUT...it WOULD be cool if on the next Tiger Woods game, there was a level where you had to drive an Escalade down some path with lots of trees. Now THAT would make all of this worth something.
...And I wanted all of you to hear it from me first...
...Yes...I slept with Tiger Woods :P
I honestly think that we as a media crazed people are headed in a funny direction, where this becomes big news, and where people proudly pronounce this to the world. I mean...it IS a story right? Tiger Woods doing things that we say he morally shouldn't. Because, as a professional golfer, we obviously see him as a man expected to hold high morals.
That's what golfing is all about.
I'm not saying that he should have done what he did but...come on! As the American people, we somehow believe that he owes us the biggest explanation of what he has done, along with a sincere apology. There's really only one person that deserves an explanation.
And that's his wife.
BUT...it WOULD be cool if on the next Tiger Woods game, there was a level where you had to drive an Escalade down some path with lots of trees. Now THAT would make all of this worth something.
In The Beginning...
I know what you're thinking and the answer is: yes, fools, I have a blog. I think too many stupid things happen to stupid people to not let the world read about it. So if you're stupid, you should have a blog for people to read about all your stupid experiences.
And if A=B and B=C, therefore C=A. I am stupid.
Therefore, 'tis time for me to blog.
And if A=B and B=C, therefore C=A. I am stupid.
Therefore, 'tis time for me to blog.
I may not know much, but really, who does? I've found that I'm at least half as smart as some of you, and some as smart as half of you, so there is much to be gained, obviously, from my insights on life, love, happiness, and, obviously, workout routines (though I never promised positive gains).
So, here we are, just over two weeks from Christmas Day, where each person chooses in their own way to worship the one thing that seems to be most sacred to us right now; presents. Yes. Presents. Christmas time seems to me, at least, that there should finally be something "more" that everyone wants to strive for; that one month out of the year where everyone seems to shove off their pessimism and selfishness, and can help others for a change. But then, it doesn't seem so much that way right now.
This time of the year, waiting for Christmas to come, makes me feel downright Grinchy.
I hate feeling Grinchy.
And I don't really have anything to preach about. It would make me too hypocritical, because I am greatly guilty of the same desires and selfish atmosphere that seems to come with a mass attitude of "giving".
But right now, two different aspects of this holiday seem to be colliding for control of the season. And, at least to me, one seems more correct over the other.
Compassion vs. Consumption.
Everyone needs a hand. And again, I'm not a perfect person. Not likely to fit the qualities of decent, most likely. So I'm guilty of everything I do not desire. But even at this age where getting new toys and "stuff" is very exciting and thrilling, I want to change that and be more of a helpful person and actually live the spirit of the holiday.
The man on a street corner begging for help is in direct competition with that of stores selling Christmas treats. Just...one has a better product to sell.
With a free market economy, the man on the corner is offering an alternative use for the scarce resource of our currency. But his "product" is a bit more nebulous than even the most complex lattes. But, in direct competition with coffee shops, and Christmas shopping, it seems less desireable than what other "things" we can purchase.
Our wealth is ours, and ours alone. And it is up to us what we do with it. And it's a subjective term that copares one inidividual with the rest. We are a target market; the demographic. I just hope that this Christmas myself, and hopefully others, will find more compassion in consumption.
Yeah, we are consumers. But we need not be consumed.
There is more wealth in helping a soul. And I'm hoping I can learn that.
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