Education in college is so unforgiving. One little mistake and you have a long way to fall.
Morning
I had forgotten what the morning looked like.
I walked down from north campus today. Took me a good forty minutes but it was worth it. The sunshine reflected off of everything, illuminating and sharpening the colors and details of anything that the sun rays caressed. I couldn't help but smile at the wonder of the morning around me. North campus is beautiful if you let it be. The trees, the flowers, and the grass simply color every part of it.
I love the wind on a sunny day. I had to slow down my pace to a snail's pace everytime my skin felt the rushing energy of the wind passing by me on its way towards its next destination. I was invigorated by everything around me. A certain peace came over my heart and mind. The test that I had most probably failed had no more effect on me. The peace of the sunshine and the wind was enough.
I should wake up early more often.
I walked down from north campus today. Took me a good forty minutes but it was worth it. The sunshine reflected off of everything, illuminating and sharpening the colors and details of anything that the sun rays caressed. I couldn't help but smile at the wonder of the morning around me. North campus is beautiful if you let it be. The trees, the flowers, and the grass simply color every part of it.
I love the wind on a sunny day. I had to slow down my pace to a snail's pace everytime my skin felt the rushing energy of the wind passing by me on its way towards its next destination. I was invigorated by everything around me. A certain peace came over my heart and mind. The test that I had most probably failed had no more effect on me. The peace of the sunshine and the wind was enough.
I should wake up early more often.
Life [LIVE]
Life is just so hard. We need more love in our lives.
I want to love. Who doesn't want to love? Might just clear some of the hate away.
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Check that. Love is hard. Even with close friends. I look at my friends now while I'm trying to study and all I feel is annoyance and hate because all they're doing is fooling around so I had to write it down somewhere. It's hard. I'm annoyed at my test material right now too. Sigh. I'm gonna go take a walk.
I want to love. Who doesn't want to love? Might just clear some of the hate away.
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Check that. Love is hard. Even with close friends. I look at my friends now while I'm trying to study and all I feel is annoyance and hate because all they're doing is fooling around so I had to write it down somewhere. It's hard. I'm annoyed at my test material right now too. Sigh. I'm gonna go take a walk.
Twitter-like input.
I wonder if everyone in the world came together and exposed themselves to each other's thinking processes, we would obtain world peace. Keep an open mind. Think for yourself.
Rationale
Think about it. Life brings people down too easily. Isn't it better to just have no emotions so that you grow hard against the world and it can't keep cutting you to draw the blood from you? Failures, deaths, stress, and everything that brings someone down to their knees should be all mosquito bites because we've bumped shoulders for many many years now. Don't we usually grow callused to things that are repetitive? When will my calluses set in. When will I learn that forming calluses aren't very pleasant? Jesus tells us to have soft warm hearts but the world is in cohort with ourselves and the vulnerable emotions within us to break us and bring us down. We harden up and eventually break. But then God comes in and fixes us. Do we still see the cracks underneath the glue? Or is God just that good of a repairman that we don't see the scars and learn nothing from it? Or do we choose to block out the cracks and scars so we don't remember any of it? Do we go back to being soft hearted? How does God soften our hearts? Does He even grow tired of it all? Because I'm sure a major part of the world grows extremely tired of it all the breaking then fixing. Do we just fix ourselves most the time with the instructions that God has given us? Do we patch ourselves back together all alone? If we do then we have to learn to accept the cracks and scars and wear them proudly because we were able to live through them. But that itself is the hardest task. But I see that then is the time when God's love comes in. Loving us in spite of the cracks and scars. His love is so weird that He values scars and cracks over the perfect. So illogical and irrational to the human mind and understanding that it's hard to accept. How do we live by and practice by what we don't understand? How do we begin to change that train of thought? Do we begin to accept and revel in failures with the fact that it will eventually be fixed and loved? I think if we do then we have to keep in mind that seeking failures isn't the right thing to do.
So then. Live life. Be engulfed in the love that finds beauty and love in the failures and scars. Practice to make that your life rather than what you have lived by for the past several years. Fail, rinse, repeat.
I Haven't Written Anything in a While
It's been busy and easier to keep everything to myself but I'd say the ol' blog deserves a new post today. So I have nothing really planned on what to write about in this one but we'll see where it takes me.
Music moves me. Good music. Lyrical, beats, melody, rhythm. I'm pretty sure that I was metronome in my past life I love a good beat. Mix that with melody that has crazy rhythm and lyrics that actually need to be picked apart and interpreted, you have my heart. Lyrics and beats drive me through the river of time that links everything together. It branches into the bigger stream of flow and meter and carries me into the complex chaos of harmony of notes and of various frequencies. It flows over my skin as i float down that river. Covers me in notes and vibrations of the sound frequencies and forms a different skin in my soul. It moves me and moves my body in the flow and elegance that is music. Music is my band aid, my second skin, my body armor against stress and this tangible world. It gives me images and colors of another world that speaks through sound and flow of the beats and pitches of music. Mmm. Music is my anti drug.
Thinking is a very effective skill to have. Thinking for yourself is the most powerful weapon you can have. Whens the last time you thought out things in your head with yourself. Nothing crazy, but just who you are how you work and you perspective. Refine that. Sharpen that skill. Then nothing can stand in your way. Oh and be flexible. The world is bigger than you are. More minds and thoughts than you can change unless you can adapt. The world will never adapt to us but we have to adapt and change it from underneath. Think, think hard about it. Question yourselves and your thoughts and emerge as a solidified tower of thought with a better foundation that can bend like a sapling in the strong winds but still come out standing tall.
My thoughts.
My...
Leg hurts. Why you ask?
because Mythbusters is awesome.
Oh and Pokemon 2000 with Lugia is awesome too
this brought back incredible memories of my childhood and just pokemon adventures I had in my head. haha
Sorry I think I'm due to write something serious soon.
because Mythbusters is awesome.
Oh and Pokemon 2000 with Lugia is awesome too
this brought back incredible memories of my childhood and just pokemon adventures I had in my head. haha
Sorry I think I'm due to write something serious soon.
