Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Searching and running
People want to be happy and content in life, that's really all they want.
But, they look in the wrong places for it.
Happiness is starting to sound like an impossible thing to attain.
People reject God outwardly.
They say, "I don't need God, I don't want those Christians near me, I will never be one."
And then they claim to want happiness and inner peace.
But what they don't realize is,
what they're searching for and what they're running away from is the same thing.
So, people go to money to fulfill them.
The only logical reason to want money is to buy things.
But, the people that are so overcome with wealth and getting wealthier rarely spend their money.
Instead they latch onto it and save it.
Save it for WHAT?
They keep making more and more money, and then save it, until they're dead.
Basically they spend their lives collecting green paper, but they are never content.
They want MORE green paper, so they can stick it in the bank and call themselves "successful"
Some people look to sex to make them happy. Which, obviously won't work.
The physical world is a cruel one, it won't last, it dissappears as soon as it comes, and always takes something with it.
It never leaves love behind, it takes a part of you that you will never get back. The more you give out parts of you to meaningless people, soon you won't be anything. You'll be just the imprint of a person.
Once all has failed people think, Oh, if I have a lot of friends, then i'll be happy. Popularity is not happiness. The more casual friends you have, the more difficult it will be do make close and committed friends out of them.
Those people don't know you, and you don't know them. So, find people that make you feel special, the ones that love you, and like you.
Really like you.
Look for God and his love first. and happiness will come.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
You've brought me joy...pure unexplainable joy
The first question was, "Did you bring joy?"
The second was, "Did you find joy?"
-Leo Buscaglia
Monday, May 12, 2008
living in a cave for a century
he looks underage...card him
I would imagine that the age would be 18 or 21.
Today my uncle went to buy his beloved cigarettes at the gas station.
He approaches the cashier which is a girl of about 19 or 2o im guessing.
He says, "Ma'm, may I have a pack of cancer rolled into pieces of paper please?"
Actually, it was probably something along the lines of, "Can I get a pack?"
The girl asked him for ID because he "looks under 40"
Under 40?! What does that matter?
Can you not be 39 and buy cigarettes?
He does not look like a kid, mind you.
My uncle is obviously over the legal age.
But since he had no ID on him, she would not sell him the cigarettes.
ha-ha!
He gave her a piece of his mind and went OFF.
Man, he flipped his lid.
But isn't it good to know that our laws are working.
Thankyou random 18 year old cashier.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Lions and Tigers and Bears
Like baker's chocolate...
I was just a big piece of sugarless cocoa.
Which actually doesn't look too bad, until you've bitten into it.
That's how I was. I was not such a nice person.
I've changed now, for the better.
But back then in my bitter chocolate days, I said this many times.
"I hate kids."
Now, I looked at children with a sqeamish look.
They were either bald, ugly, whiney, or annoying.
They drooled, and spit, and screamed.
I did not care for them in the slightest.
And now, I look back on my self and think... I was so grey.
I was a grey person, surrounded by some grey people, living a grey life.
But that's how I chose it.
How could I have chosen it?
Since then I have grasped onto the colors of the world for dear life.
Slowly bringing them upon my self.
And I'm not as grey.
I now look at children, and I like them.
I think they can be charming, and funny, and witty, and kind.
They are intelligent, and innocent, and i like them.
It took one trip to the zoo to show me the truth.
I never hated kids. I never even disliked kids.
Really, I hated bratty kids.
And i still do.
Set the scene.
I am in the restroom waiting for a stall to open.
A girl maybe 9 or 10 walks in.
See sees that I am standing there waiting patiently, and as soon as the stall opens, she walks right past me into the stall.
I nearly broke the door down.
Instead, I said loudly to no one in particular "I hate rude kids!"
She must have heard me. She did nothing though...that is until we were outside.
I was sitting on a white bench.
She takes a sip of water from the drinking fountain
and promptly spits it out...splattering me.
She then says, "EEEEWWW THAT TASTES LIKE ANIMAL WATER!!!!"
I almost said, "Well, then it suits you."
but I held my tongue.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
cookin up tension
Do I even know you?
No. I don't know you. And you don't know me.
Not at all.
So, who are you that you can bad-mouth me?
trash-talk me?
you're the piece of trash that has wandered into the nice part of town.
That puts itself in sheeps clothing but then claws out and tears up the innocent sheep.
I don't care what you think.
I look into your judgemental eyes.
You scoff, and I don't care what you think.
put on your fangs and your blood-matted coat
go back to your dumpster
