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MEME!

Random Song Meme

put your media player on random and use the songs that pop up to answer the questions!

1 How the world sees me? Simple Man-Lynyrd Skynyrd
2 Will I have a happy life? Time-Jericho Road
3 What people really think of me? Angel of Music-Phantom of the Opera
4 Do people secretly lust after me? Welcome to the Jungle-Guns N Roses
5 How can I make myself happy? Dust in the Wind-Kansas
6 What should I do with my life? Shiver-Maroon 5
7 Will I ever have children? Hemhorrage-Fuel
8 Good Advice for me? Sasquatch-Tenacious D
9 Current theme song In my life? Fairy Tales and Castles-Lifehouse
10 Others think I am? Politically Correct-SR-71
11 To play at my funeral? I feel a cold one coming on-Montgomery Gentry
12 Type of guy/girl I like? Beer-Reel Big Fish
13 Kind of day I'll have? She's the Blade-Sugarcult
14 Why am I here? This Disaster-A new found glory
15 Will be remembered for? Friday, I'm in love-The Cure
16 Song stuck in head tomorrow?Not Myself-John Mayer
17 This years theme song?Time after time-Matchbox 20

Because I can

Do you ever do anything without having any reason greater than the fact that you can do it? Do you ever stay up late reading a book, watching a movie, or blogging when you know you probably should go to bed? Do you ever defy your own better judgement by neglecting health and rest just so your mind can roam free?

I do. I've never been able to figure out why I do it, and I think if I did it would take some of the fun out of it. It's in these hours betwixt sunset and sunrise that my soul feels truly alive. I'm my most real, human self when all I hear is the moon roaming across the sky, and the distant whistle of a train on it's way somewhere else.

I've been doing a lot of the introspective thing lately in my life. I think that a major problem people have is they don't stop and think about where they are and where they want to wind up. They forget that they're in constant motion, that life itself is organic and constantly changing.

In my travels across the landscape of my mind, I finally stumbled across a word for what I'm passionate about. It hasn't been an easy thing to put words to, though when I say it now it was obviously there the whole time. It's not like music, where I can realize that "Oh, I feel good when I play music, I'm passionate about music!" or "Oh, I love writing, so I'm passionate about that!". No, sadly for me it was like trying to fit the words everyone else seems to find so easily in a blender and frappe them into a single entity.

Then, like a ray of sunshine that pierces through the fog of confusion, it came to me in the form of a verbal bucket of ice water from my brother. "You're passionate about learning. Not just learning one thing, like most people, but learning EVERYTHING!"

Like I said, it was so simple. It was there the whole time, but it seemed so complicated because there were so many pieces to it.

It's nice to have a word for what you love, though. Words are just words, I know, but to me they give meaning and definition to the pictures and ideas in my head. I think that's part of where my love of language comes from, the ability it gives to translate thoughts into a language more people than just me can understand.

Some stuff

You know what I hate? Talking about politics.

You know what I hate even more? People who think because I don't talk about politics, I don't know anything about politics. It turns out I really do care about what happens in the government of my country. I love my country. I don't, however, love talking about matters that everyone wants to complain about and nobody wants to propose an alternative solution to.

What really bothers me most is that people are more than willing to complain about everything in the world, and nobody sits down to think about what can be done about it.

Honestly, the only reason I can think of for a thing like this to happen is because people don't believe that there's anything they can do about it, even though they have the desire to help. The notion has been crammed into everyone's brain that what they think doesn't matter. They don't bother to sit down and think of a way that they might be heard. Honestly, the only reason a thought doesn't matter is because nobody ever hears about it.

Can anyone be expected to understand genius unexpressed?

People are afraid of looking foolish or ignorant and say nothing, but it seems to me that if we never sound foolish, we'll never be able to sound intelligent. Some of the greatest minds in history have made some of the most ignorant statements. They just had the guts to say it.

People are smart.

At least, they are when they choose to use their minds. I think one of the hardest things in this world is to cut through all of the external programming, advertising, and propoganda and discover what you really think, even if you don't talk about it very often.

On Truth

I've been seeing a lot of disturbing things lately. A lot of good people falling away from truth, simply because it's the path of least resistance. The path of truth is by far the easiest way. It's most often the hardest.

Why can there be only one true church? The answer is this. Because there is but one God, who is everlasting and ever constant. He changes not a whit from what he is, and his teachings have remained constant throughout all time, the only difference being the willingness of the people to recieve it. He has outlined what his will for his people is, and what his church must be like. Truth is eternal, though perhaps beyond the scope of any man to understand in it's entirety while in a worldly state. But if a man would know truth he must go to the place where he can find the most of it, grasp it, and never let it go.

If I knew of any other path that could teach me as much as I have learned and plan on yet learning through the teachings of Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I swear I would pursue it. But all of my investigations into the other ways of other people have led me to believe that their foundations are based on pieces and parts of truth, which have been stretched and pulled and prodded until they fit into a semblance of rightness. I do not condemn the efforts of mankind to be righteous, but I do condemn the laxadaisical belief that because a church's teachings are easier to live, then it must be the right way.

I have given friends, family, mental health, love, heartbreak, and precious years of my life to this work. I would gladly do it all again for half of what I have become because of it. I am stronger because of my struggles.

A good friend once told me, "Whatever you want out of this life, you can get it, but it's your responsibility to find a way to do so, for nobody else will hand it to you until you make the effort first."

I've heard the adage of the man who said "Give me the fire first, and then I will give it wood to burn." That's not the way it works. This is the test of a truth, to try it in our own lives, and see what fruit it yields. If it makes us better, and we all have an inner gauge to tell us whether we have grown or diminished in character, then we will know that surely, this is a teaching of truth. If we are less, we know it's a falsehood. If there is no reading from it, then we haven't tested it long enough. It's really that simple. If you're not certain about something, try it out in your own life for a while.

If anyone tells you that religious belief should be based on anything other than faith and trial, they're overcomplicating things, and doing it a harder way. The world is not as complex as we have been led to believe it is. That which is good is good, and that which is evil is evil. Truth is eternal and universal.

Sorry for the rant tonight. I've needed to get this off my chest fonight. Sometimes I know how Alma felt when he wished he were an angel, who could speak and be heard. People hear the words of men and shrug them off as just that. If you're having struggles with things spiritual, there's a 24 hour hotline to heaven waiting for you just past your knees.

Ask and ye shall recieve, knock and it shall be opened unto you.

An important day looms on the horizon.

Attention world. This coming Thursday is a very important day. A VERY important day. The kind of day that should never be forgotten. By anyone. EVER.

It's the day the unstoppable force met the immovable object. It's the day The Once and Future King was reborn, and entered the earth to reclaim his throne. It's the day the stars danced and aligned themselves in the sky for. It's the day the Thunder God forged a lightning bolt into flesh.

March 9th, 2006 is the dawn of my 22nd year.

The world will never be the same.





P.S. Yes, it's egomaniacal, but dang if it wasn't fun to write.

Don't you hate it when people don't update their blogs?

So everything is akimbo right now.

I say akimbo because akimbo is a word that's highly underutilized in the english language. I respect my readers percipiance, so if you don't get it, go masticate your own aliment.

Hey, that was fun!

On to me, then. I think I've been trying to compensate for being alone by taking jobs that pay insane amounts of money but isolate me from social situations. Sadly the side-effect here is I remain alone.

There is a girl I keep thinking about, though she's a thousand miles away. I keep wondering if I'll ever see her again, or if she'll ever want to see me again. My once powerful self-confidence is again reduced to cinders at the prospect of a girl that closely resembles a fantastic dream, though I'm finding more and more of my old confidence all the time.

I keep meeting them, these amazing creatures, and I let them go, because I over analyze every situation I get into. I think of all the things I'd like to say to them, then watch for a moment, never trying to create one. Then a friend moves in, guts and heart in hand, and does what I hadn't mustered the courage to do.

I'm trying to live in my gut more, to trust those feelings I get without thinking about them so much. Feelings for events and feelings for people, it seems the two are first cousins, if not one and the same.

I've been trying to stop worrying about money so much. Once I did so, things started falling into place for me financially. I've now had a job offer, which I took, and a request for an interview. This is good for the self-esteem as a resume writer. Now if I can just convince myself that I can still do the things I've done before, I'll be set. You don't really think of confidence as being tied to memory, but there it is. I find myself questioning whether I can really do something, when the fact is, I've done similar things in the past. The questions come when I realize I'm not on the cutting edge anymore. The answer comes that the cutting edge is just a study session or two away.

I'm mending, healing somehow. It's inexplicable. I'm just finally starting to be myself again. It feels pretty good.