to love that which can be found in every breath, every shade of color, every gentle smile, every freckle that grows from the sun, felt in every hug, if i can find that at all time...then I will know what it is to be happy.
If I can love my enemy.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
All I can ask is that you find me when you once again think you have found youself....
I found this while looking over old documents...its from earlier this year and I dont really remember writing it. I can tell it is mine though...or someone plauged with the troubles of my mind...its time to start to raelly take advantage of this blog...here goes...
All I can ask is that you find me when you once again think you have found yourself. But classroom time will not cut it...I’m at Saint Mary's to learn from certain people...I could learn the material anywhere...but I am here for a reason.
I too am lost...fallowing the perversity of what I see as the paths of freedom and what I see as right rather than happiness and the chosen path of God. I have found myself in a cave of madness blocked by a mudslide of emotion and poetry. Lost in a void and looking for a companion to search beyond this endless emptiness.
Knowing the meaninglessness of this rant as the difference of plane between you and myself is lost in dimensions beyond my experience.
Why do you think I want to talk to you? I am not looking to be given anything. I am looking for someone that sees what I do...and you, my friend, can help me. I am not looking for helpful readings or useful ideas. Those will come in time...I have knowledge and patience to let those things come when I am ready for.I seriously am having troubles figuring out to do with my life...I am in this void just like Buddy, my brother, and countless other friends. I thought I had something...I just don’t know anymore.
I admire Aristotle for his categories...not his friendship. A friend can never be looked at as an object.
To my knowledge you are busy, hurting, alone, and lost. So take your time. I want you to be healthy.
All I can ask is that you find me when you once again think you have found yourself. But classroom time will not cut it...I’m at Saint Mary's to learn from certain people...I could learn the material anywhere...but I am here for a reason.
I too am lost...fallowing the perversity of what I see as the paths of freedom and what I see as right rather than happiness and the chosen path of God. I have found myself in a cave of madness blocked by a mudslide of emotion and poetry. Lost in a void and looking for a companion to search beyond this endless emptiness.
Knowing the meaninglessness of this rant as the difference of plane between you and myself is lost in dimensions beyond my experience.
Why do you think I want to talk to you? I am not looking to be given anything. I am looking for someone that sees what I do...and you, my friend, can help me. I am not looking for helpful readings or useful ideas. Those will come in time...I have knowledge and patience to let those things come when I am ready for.I seriously am having troubles figuring out to do with my life...I am in this void just like Buddy, my brother, and countless other friends. I thought I had something...I just don’t know anymore.
I admire Aristotle for his categories...not his friendship. A friend can never be looked at as an object.
To my knowledge you are busy, hurting, alone, and lost. So take your time. I want you to be healthy.
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