Observations from the Sun
A very wise man once proclaimed: “What has been is what will be and what has been done is what will be done and there is nothing new under the sun.”
There is a huge part of me that would like to believe that this is a false statement. I’d like to think of humanity as progressing. I’d like to think that if I could look back in time 1,000 years, I would be able to perceive INTERNAL human progress in our present day and age. Obvious inventions have come about that have transformed our outer lives, but according to Solomon, whether your point of comparison is 50 years or 5,000 years, the same scenarios keep repeating themselves. The problems may look wildly different, the settings have changed, the lifestyles are unrecognizable, yet the philosophical issues that are at the root of this ceaseless cycle of all humanity are identical no matter how much time has gone by. Read the rest of this entry »
You ARE So Beautiful
I am a task-oriented person. Give me something do. If I have nothing on my agenda, I feel useless. If I have free time, you may be assured that I have also gained a deep sense of guilt. Time has always been a precious commodity and I am acutely aware of that fact.
Never have I felt more pressure to be productive with my time than now. Recently graduated from college, all the realities I observed with detachment from the towers of academia are now mine to own. The world seems larger and more daunting than before. With every job advertisement, my prospects seem to grow increasingly dismal. I have begun to devote an ever-increasing amount of time to that all-important question: what do I want to do with my years? Read the rest of this entry »
Missing Out
At first glance, my dog Faith appears to be the most A.D.D. dog that ever was. She runs from person to person, staying only a few moments before something else catches her attention and she rushes to the next room to get the scoop on what people are doing there.
I can never keep her attention for more that a few moments before she starts to look restless, with her eyes straying to another room, where invariably, there is some type of activity occurring.
Recently, I saw her napping with my father one Saturday afternoon. Well, rather he was napping; she was lying next to him with a tortured expression on her face. There was activity in other parts of the house and she could hear it – she simply could not slip out of her current situation to investigate it.
Before I lose you on the perennial habits of my compulsive dog, I’ll get to the point. One day while watching her bounce from person to person, I realized that she is terrified of missing out on something. You may be thinking that this revelation is not revolutionary at all; you deduced it from the first paragraph. This may be true, but I plan to take this conclusion regarding my crazy dog further and contend that in some respects, she perfectly represents the human condition. Read the rest of this entry »
Three Ceaseless Cycles
I am currently in the thick of a major life shift. Like any life shift, it will involve my time, efforts and finances. In my eyes, there is something romantic about a new chapter. It’s completely pure and untouched, full of possibilities, heartbreaks and triumphs. Though I certainly don’t comprehend the end, my mind is continually captured by the intrigue of what could be.
One evening while driving home I was contemplating that unknown future that lies very near to all of us, when I was filled with excitement at the sheer volume of potentialities that lay before me. Though it was quite late into the evening, I was flooded with energy. I was ready! Let’s go! New chapter! It’ll be fantastic!
The Sasquatch Soul: wandering, searching deeply, and avoiding photos. 
A Touch of Death
July 17, 2012 at 1:27 pm (Culture, Death, Devotional, Philosophy, Relationships, Religious Commentary) (busyness, contemplate, Death, God, grief, last moments, life, loss of a loved one, Prayer)
When I was 15 years old, 3 students I went to high school with died within 4 days of each other. I attended funerals and memorials and grieved with my classmates. It wasn’t that they were close friends. I knew them through loose associations at school, but I cried because that week myself along with 1,600 other students were forced to acknowledge that death didn’t just come knocking for the old. Read the rest of this entry »
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