Nothing in my head or my heart is my own.
I am a mass of the thoughts, theories, and musings of other people.
Is that normal?
I am neither profound nor exceptional.
Who is?
My heart made up a 'should's' and my life is a race to meet the requirements and standards of the world around me.
And so is yours.
Will I ever be my own?
Is anyone their own?
"I said to myself, “Behold, I have magnified and increased wisdom more than all who were over Jerusalem before me; and my mind has observed a wealth of wisdom and knowledge.” And I set my mind to know wisdom and to know madness and folly; I realized that this also is striving after wind. Because in much wisdom there is much grief, and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain."
"So I turned to consider wisdom, madness and folly; for what will the man do who will come after the king except what has already been done? And I saw that wisdom excels folly as light excels darkness. The wise man’s eyes are in his head, but the fool walks in darkness. And yet I know that one fate befalls them both. Then I said to myself, “As is the fate of the fool, it will also befall me. Why then have I been extremely wise?” So I said to myself, “This too is vanity.” For there is no lasting remembrance of the wise man as with the fool, inasmuch as in the coming days all will be forgotten. And how the wise man and the fool alike die! So I hated life, for the work which had been done under the sun was grievous to me; because everything is futility and striving after wind." Ecclesiastes 1: 17-18, Ecclesiastes 2: 12-17
Showing posts with label Reality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reality. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 21, 2010
Be Careful
Greed, fear, hate, selfishness, gluttony, intentional ignorance, and the myriad amount of silent, quick-spreading evils are best established through passivity and negligence of the highest form of Good and/or thinking we already know what that Good is.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Mobilizing the US Naysh and my own heart
Im writing this on a German keyboard, so there will be no apostrophes and i might accidentally switch my zs and ys because theyre switched places on this keyboard. it belongs to my friend Hanna, 1 of 4 people on this mobile trip in Puyallup, Washington. (Naysh stands for Nation, p.s.)
Ive been wanting to update this blog ever since my last post, but ever since then i have had a terrible time compartmentalizing my thoughts into something readable. i hope that means God is producing something in me that will overflow into some form of definite action with a clear purpose and goal.
That action will contain the following--
Ive been wanting to update this blog ever since my last post, but ever since then i have had a terrible time compartmentalizing my thoughts into something readable. i hope that means God is producing something in me that will overflow into some form of definite action with a clear purpose and goal.
That action will contain the following--
- loving the Lord God with my soul, heart and mind
- responsibility for what my own life will/can look like
- giving my abundance to those who are without
This mobile trip Im on is solidifying the work and revelation God is doing in me, as well as a book Im reading by Richard Stearns that is de-glossing the glamour that can sometimes come with a life of serving the poor (how sad that we have turned it into that, but there is no doubt that "do gooding" has a saint-like halo around it). In other words, reality is kicking in. Lately Ive been praying for nothing more than constant realization of reality and the brief duration of this life and how I can make it worthwhile.
Jumbled thoughts. But that has been my mind for the past month!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Finished Hat (yay!) and The Definition Of Reality
So, I finished the rainbow hat. After making it and taking it apart like literally 10 times, i finally came to a decent ending. Thank you for the pattern. I tweaked it a lot though (straight needles instead of circular, worsted weight yarn instead of bulky, 40 st instead of 48 st...), which is probably (definitely) why it took me forever to make it look good enough to wear. Anyway here it is.
The problem with hand knitted hats, is that they always tend to look...homemade.
Anyway. Now I can say I've knitted a hat.
On to bigger and better things.
Look at this beautiful definition I found for "reality":
Re-al-i-ty
noun
Philosophy
a. something that exists independently of ideas concerning it.
b. something that exists independently of all other things and from which all other things derive.
Lately I've been perplexed by what exactly reality is and how we can be sure we're pursuing it. I've been preoccupied by this lately, mostly because I'm aware of how much our lives and worth are based on things that are NOT reality (i.e. anxiety, fears, the opinions of others, living vicariously through movies or stories etc, and then things like social networking sites and cell phones that allow us to project reality rather than live it). Although I think the above definition is beautiful and true, it's making me wonder even deeper. Automatically, I want to say, "So, pain is reality." Like, emotional pain or physical pain. But are we making judgments about our pain (comparing the sensitivity level to that of which we've always known to be mild or intense), which are therefore ideas, which is therefore outside of reality? If it is that way, can't you apply that to pretty much anything? What is real? This might be really elementary philosophy, I'm not sure. Anyway,
here's the answer:
I don't know.
But here's what my experience has told me about reality, however reliable experience may or may not be:
Suffering is reality.
Joy is reality.
Relationship is reality.
Good is reality.
Evil is reality.
And those are the only definites I can think of right now. Everything else I've yet to discover.
I wonder, in this day and age, how much in a given day most of us actually spend in reality. Communing with one another, engaging in the full spectrum of life experiences at our fingertips. How much of our time do we spend hiding behind perceptions, fears, profile pictures or twitter updates? Ultimately I think the point of this whole post comes down to this--it freaks me the hell out how much we can THINK we're living, when, in reality, we are not. We are picking and choosing a desired reality.
If you feel inclined, please comment to create conversation.
My next post might be about what in life tends to control us most. That seems to be the way this is going.
My final news is this, and is completely off subject--I had a badass dream the other night. Sneak peek: I was transported to another world, Elise was there, me and our crew ended up in a haunted house where zombies popped out of the sand in fencing outfits, and me and a perfect boy fell in love and sought for the greater good of the world. It was AWESOME. and epic. I might blog the whole thing later. We'll see.
The problem with hand knitted hats, is that they always tend to look...homemade.
Anyway. Now I can say I've knitted a hat.
On to bigger and better things.
Look at this beautiful definition I found for "reality":
Re-al-i-ty
noun
Philosophy
a. something that exists independently of ideas concerning it.
b. something that exists independently of all other things and from which all other things derive.
Lately I've been perplexed by what exactly reality is and how we can be sure we're pursuing it. I've been preoccupied by this lately, mostly because I'm aware of how much our lives and worth are based on things that are NOT reality (i.e. anxiety, fears, the opinions of others, living vicariously through movies or stories etc, and then things like social networking sites and cell phones that allow us to project reality rather than live it). Although I think the above definition is beautiful and true, it's making me wonder even deeper. Automatically, I want to say, "So, pain is reality." Like, emotional pain or physical pain. But are we making judgments about our pain (comparing the sensitivity level to that of which we've always known to be mild or intense), which are therefore ideas, which is therefore outside of reality? If it is that way, can't you apply that to pretty much anything? What is real? This might be really elementary philosophy, I'm not sure. Anyway,
here's the answer:
I don't know.
But here's what my experience has told me about reality, however reliable experience may or may not be:
Suffering is reality.
Joy is reality.
Relationship is reality.
Good is reality.
Evil is reality.
And those are the only definites I can think of right now. Everything else I've yet to discover.
I wonder, in this day and age, how much in a given day most of us actually spend in reality. Communing with one another, engaging in the full spectrum of life experiences at our fingertips. How much of our time do we spend hiding behind perceptions, fears, profile pictures or twitter updates? Ultimately I think the point of this whole post comes down to this--it freaks me the hell out how much we can THINK we're living, when, in reality, we are not. We are picking and choosing a desired reality.
If you feel inclined, please comment to create conversation.
My next post might be about what in life tends to control us most. That seems to be the way this is going.
My final news is this, and is completely off subject--I had a badass dream the other night. Sneak peek: I was transported to another world, Elise was there, me and our crew ended up in a haunted house where zombies popped out of the sand in fencing outfits, and me and a perfect boy fell in love and sought for the greater good of the world. It was AWESOME. and epic. I might blog the whole thing later. We'll see.
Friday, January 1, 2010
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