come on in out of the cold
lay your cares on me
cause when your here there's nothing wrong
you're as far as i can see
just another old love song comin' down
and I've been trying to make you understand
that my love for you is real
and I can feel it when you take my hand
when I'm holding you near
let me hold you near
just another old love song comin' down
so if you feel the sun is sinking down
just call out my name
cause i would make this whole world spin around
just to see you again
just another love song comin' down
Monday, January 17, 2011
In a Moment of Longing
I've conquered many battles in my 23 years on this earth, and most have made me a better person. And I have many fights left to fight, and I'm glad for that. Because, while I often wish for a carefree life, I welcome the challenges of whatever may blow my way. Even if the pain from some experiences never quite fades away, that pain often illuminates an entire facet of life that I've never appreciated or even seen before. And I'm grateful for that.
Many may disagree with me, but the beauty in tragedy is...well, beautiful. It's raw and bloody and fresh and slippery. It's terrible, and it's beautiful. Because everywhere around it you see love. Everywhere. Maybe I can say this because I've been enough removed from the worst of tragedies, of which there are many. Maybe I'll eat my words someday. I probably will. But then again, maybe I'll feel this way again at the other end of life, when I've seen it all, and life is still beautiful and lovely and terrible and raw.
Circumstances are never as they seem on the outside. Before I went to Kenya, I thought that life must be terrible for those living in poverty in the slums. And it is, from a Western perspective, where the focus is on property and belongings. Expensive ones, and having lots of everything. And it still is hard. But it is different. The people in Kibera taught me so much about life at such a young life. Like the lesson that life isn't about what you accumulate, but who you spend your time with. I lose the gravity of that lesson sometimes. Certain things remind me of it, some more severely than others, but I'm always grateful to be reminded.
I don't necessarily believe that everything happens for a reason, because it just doesn't seem right. God, you work in mysterious ways. As much as I want to, I try not to figure you out. I know I can't. What I do know is that the decisions I make are important, and I know that it is all written, and I also know that somehow, against the reality of time or space as I experience it, each decision I make not only alters my own life, but all of history.
And so does everyone else's. They alter their own lives, and others. In so many more ways than we can even begin to comprehend.
It's beautiful and terrible.
Many may disagree with me, but the beauty in tragedy is...well, beautiful. It's raw and bloody and fresh and slippery. It's terrible, and it's beautiful. Because everywhere around it you see love. Everywhere. Maybe I can say this because I've been enough removed from the worst of tragedies, of which there are many. Maybe I'll eat my words someday. I probably will. But then again, maybe I'll feel this way again at the other end of life, when I've seen it all, and life is still beautiful and lovely and terrible and raw.
Circumstances are never as they seem on the outside. Before I went to Kenya, I thought that life must be terrible for those living in poverty in the slums. And it is, from a Western perspective, where the focus is on property and belongings. Expensive ones, and having lots of everything. And it still is hard. But it is different. The people in Kibera taught me so much about life at such a young life. Like the lesson that life isn't about what you accumulate, but who you spend your time with. I lose the gravity of that lesson sometimes. Certain things remind me of it, some more severely than others, but I'm always grateful to be reminded.
I don't necessarily believe that everything happens for a reason, because it just doesn't seem right. God, you work in mysterious ways. As much as I want to, I try not to figure you out. I know I can't. What I do know is that the decisions I make are important, and I know that it is all written, and I also know that somehow, against the reality of time or space as I experience it, each decision I make not only alters my own life, but all of history.
And so does everyone else's. They alter their own lives, and others. In so many more ways than we can even begin to comprehend.
It's beautiful and terrible.
Monday, January 10, 2011
That Book...
that I couldn't stop reading. It was good. Give it a try.
Also, no matter how cool your museum or winter home are, Thomas Edison, you dropped a few ranks on my ladder. Shocking dogs and cats and cows and horses and elephants to death just to prove you're better than someone else?? Not okay.
Also, no matter how cool your museum or winter home are, Thomas Edison, you dropped a few ranks on my ladder. Shocking dogs and cats and cows and horses and elephants to death just to prove you're better than someone else?? Not okay.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Nothing in Particular
I'm tired today. Really tired.
Because I'm reading a book that has me so worked up, I can't make myself go to sleep at night. So I read and read and read into the wee hours of the morning, and when I finally do get close to sleep, I think, "What will I do when I'm finished?" And I promise myself that I'll slow down on reading tomorrow. Until it's 2am and I'm still up reading.
Darnit!
Because I'm reading a book that has me so worked up, I can't make myself go to sleep at night. So I read and read and read into the wee hours of the morning, and when I finally do get close to sleep, I think, "What will I do when I'm finished?" And I promise myself that I'll slow down on reading tomorrow. Until it's 2am and I'm still up reading.
Darnit!
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