I hate this whole idea. I'm not against their right to say what they want or to believe what they're saying is true. What makes me incredibly angry is the way they are doing it. They are so rude and egotistical and I can't imagine that God would want them to act the way they do. To other people it just makes them look like crazies and then most people clump them together with all believers and religious people. I am Christian and when I think of God I think of a loving being who hates no one. I've always known that He loves everyone no matter what and these people's actions don't reflect that love at all. Things like this turn religion into a taboo subject because the population starts to identify believers as hateful, judgemental, and damning which is not what being a believer is about. We are not placed on this earth to spend our lives condemning others and putting them down when if we supported them it would not only make their lives safer and easier but make our lives open to love.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
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Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Poem
falling piece by piece
as my world is torn apart
and my will is failing
It's hard to imagine it was ever different
frailty was once stability
A warm breeze giving way to winter's chill
but I remember
I remember how the stars shone
illuminating possibilities
chasing away doubts
Reflecting hope in my eyes
but they fell
leaving behind a blank sky
a black hole that does nothing except devour
Yet even without light
there's no relief of darkness
darkness would hide the mistakes and the slips
I see them perfectly
holes and cracks
rips in my heart that were once whole
spread and surround me
as if walking on a pond unable to support me
frozen by fear
and standing alone on the edge
watching memories
dreams
hopes fall slowly from their branches
daring me to reach out
to catch them before they are lost
never saved
never brought back
remembered only by the hole left behind
It's lonely out in the middle
With every passing second waiting
I wait for the turning point
to fall through the ice and feel water's bite
to look up and see that final hole crumbling
maybe I'll go tumbling down like Alice,
passing everything that slipped through the ice before me
It's lonely out in the middle
where no one dares to walk
cries fall on deaf ears along the shore
I don't blame them
it's dangerous out here
Where the slightest movement spells disaster
I endure without the stars
I endure the chill that leaves nothing untouched
because there's no warm blanket
no hot cup of peppermint tea to burn my tongue
So I wait
holding out for another outcome
a different turning point
someone who makes that journey out to meet me
Slips their hand in mine and holds it close
reassuring me
I don't have to endure anything alone
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Warm Up - Thursday Jan. 17th
Yesterday I realized something about myself. There were people who would choose the opportunity to be rich over doing something that they love. Some didn't even try and hide behind reasons like being able to support themselves. They wanted material things. Having the money to buy things and those things would "make them happy" seemed to be the consensus. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Sure money would make life more comfortable, but we were talking about being rich. Time and time again life shows us that money and material possessions can't give you happiness. It sounds cliche but its true. You can try and trick yourself into thinking it's filling a hole but when you are dying and near the end what are you going to be thinking about? Are you going to regret not getting that car or buying a bigger house? I hope not. I want to base my life around people and places and activities that genuinely make me content and happy to be alive. I want to wake up everyday and feel blessed by my life. Before yesterday I never realized how strongly I believed in fulfillment over fortune.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
3 poems by Charles Bukowski
Stranger in a strange city
I think this poem is mostly about the feeling of being lost and frightened. At no point does he try to enjoy his surroundings and not be so worried. Instead, he spends his whole time thinking about what he left behind in his familiar room. “...I soon became frightened, a numb terror like a fatal illness spreading through me as I kept walking up and down unfamiliar streets...” This happens everyday when people don't stop to live life because they are to busy worrying about the future. Stop and smell the roses. They also avoid new experiences in favor of familiar comfort in what they know.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Warm Up - Tuesday January 15
The American Dream often reflects the priorities of the people. A lot of the time, I realize that these are not what they used to be. Of course society has changed with progression because that's to be expected but what was important decades ago is lost today. The "American Dream" was a term people associated with the move to the west because it was a time when our traits of perseverance, our willingness to put up with hardship to further our country, and a drive to make a better life for ourselves were what stood out. Today the average person goes through their day with no drive to push themselves to do better or make more for themselves. When asked what our "American Dream" is most people respond with what they think it should be, what they've been taught should be our goals. Do good in school, go to college, get a job, have a family, be relatively happy, retire and that's it. We can simplify our life in one sentence. We don't think about the details around how we are going to make that happen. Of course I want to be happy and have a family, that's my dream! But I can't just order it and have it show up on my doorstep like the latest technology. We've gradually been programmed to expect things. I hate how it all comes back to society becoming accustomed to a certain way of life like we deserve to be happy without trying. No one can hand you happiness on a plate. You have to earn it.