the journey of one

The Suffering

2004-08-11T00:41:00.000+08:00

I want to share in the suffering of these days…That is putting it too strongly, perhaps; I mean I want to be affected more directly… Sympathy is often difficult and soon becomes hollow if one feels no pain oneself.

- sophie scholl

2004-08-10T17:29:00.000+08:00

should i tell her of all the times i told my friends of my discontent? ...of the feeling in my gut that wouldn't go away- resting for two months at most then coming back like an uninvited ritual to loom over me? that feeling not of wrongness but "un-rightness"...everything is exactly as it should be...planned and simple - and mute. a life that talks but never screams, that sings, but never with passion. a love that exists daily on five minute phone calls and on six dates a month that end at midnight (right on schedule)? it really is better than how it appears to be so i can't figure out why this thing weighing on my chest is back. maybe sometimes i'd just like to feel that my life and love is one of absolute distinction- unique in the world...actually right now i'd settle for anything that makes me feel a little less insignificant.

Because It's Right

2004-08-09T00:20:00.000+08:00

On some positions, Cowardice asks the question, "Is it safe?" Expediency asks the question, "Is it politic?" And Vanity comes along and asks the question, "Is it popular?" But Conscience asks the question, "Is it right?" And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must do it because Conscience tells him it is right.

-Martin Luther King, Jr.

2004-07-25T12:44:00.000+08:00

The importance of detachment from things, the importance of poverty, is that we are supposed to be free from things that we might prefer to people. Wherever things have become more important than people, we are in trouble. That is the crux of the whole matter.

-Thomas Merton

An Immoral Story

2004-07-21T19:57:00.000+08:00

A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing things men have always done. If a war story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie.

-"The Things They Carried" by Tim O'Brien.

2004-07-20T13:11:00.000+08:00

Life is a deck of cards, play with what you are dealt.

--from the movie "Titanic"

2004-07-18T03:56:00.000+08:00

If someone is going down the wrong road,he doesn't need motivation to speed him up.What he needs is education to turn him around.

~ Jim Rohn

some thoughts from j

2004-07-17T18:38:00.000+08:00

we could learn alot from crayons-some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull while others brilliant.-we have our own favorites and the ones we don't like most-some names are long, some are short and some are weirdand you know what interests me most? each color must learn how to live in the same box

2004-07-16T18:36:00.000+08:00

It's funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love while at the back of our mind, we truly know that the person we truly love will always be an exception..

2004-07-09T14:38:00.000+08:00

Sincerity is not a test of truth.
We must not make this mistake:
He must be right; he's so sincere.
Because, it is possible to be sincerely wrong.
We can only judge truth by truth and
sincerity by sincerity.

2004-07-07T21:27:00.000+08:00

kill bill is now showing.

breakup challenge

2004-07-04T17:54:00.000+08:00

Whether you were dumped or you were the dumpee, the post-breakup
weeks can be a wretched, isolating time. However, at some point you
have to get on with your life -- for your sake and for the sake of
those around you. Allow yourself one final blow-out pity party: cry,
scream, punch the sofa, eat a tub of rocky road. Then, when your
tears have dried, pull yourself together and simply get on with it.
Here are five ways to pick yourself up after a brutal breakup:

1.Pamper yourself: Visit a day spa, join a gym, pick up a new
outfit -- anything that will make you feel good about yourself,
physically and mentally.

2.Get out of town: Treat yourself to a weekend bed and breakfast or
even a weeklong cruise. Don't even think twice about doing this
solo -- pack a pile of books and magazines or otherwise luxuriate in
the time you have to yourself. You'll find that getting out of town
will give you a new perspective on what you've left behind.

3.Challenge yourself: Pick one activity you've always wanted to do
and do it. Read all the classics, start training for a marathon,
prepare yourself for an Outward Bound adventure. Any of these things
will get your mind thinking of the future rather than of the past.

4. Reconnect with your friends: Close friends will know this is a
tough time for you -- stop wallowing by yourself and go out with
them. Make plans early in the week and stick to them.

5.Go on a date: After a few weeks or a couple months, you may not be
quite ready for a serious relationship, but you can certainly go on
a harmless date. Even if you're not crazy about the person, the
flattery will help build your confidence again. And who knows, you
just may enjoy yourself.

journeys

2004-03-14T23:11:00.000+08:00

What is your journey and quest in life? Is it not a mystery to know that the colors of life are actually it's mysteries?

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2004-02-20T11:26:00.000+08:00

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2004-02-19T13:03:00.000+08:00

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2004-02-19T12:44:00.000+08:00

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dftgast

2004-02-19T12:26:00.000+08:00

only my heart
pat, this was the poem i was talkin about. the one that i saw while i was going over some old notes. just like barbie, i wrote this without anyone particular in mind. it's so odd that i find myself "writing" it all over again for you. here it goes...

only my heart

i do not dare even try to paint your portrait
i fear my hands do not have the skill to capture the perfection of your skin;
the curves of your lips, the gentle stucture of your face...
there are no colors rich enough to show the deep glow of your soft eyes...
that gleamed more delicately than the first rays of morning when i first gazed into them.

i cannot recreate the glimmer in your smile
that captured me when first i caught it...
over words and laughter...
nor can i do justice to the beauty of your soul
that beckoned to me
through tears and hesitation.

so instead i offer my heart
believing that it alone can express what my limited humanness cannot...
the joy of having been given this chance; these moments...
for it alone cannot be swayed and knows no distortion in its perception of you.

only my heart:
fashioned by a force greater than us both,
and tested by life and its many disappointments,
can truly capture that which the tangible world cannot.

my heart beats and i know it knows you...
memorized your flaws and seen beauty in them,
recognized your strength and awed at your goodness.

there is no music that compares to this rhythm in me
and there are no songs that compare to the moving power of your laughter...
your whisper...
your very breath.

my heart alone preserves my image of you...
ineffable and true;
a constant in a world of change.

// posted by Russ @ 3:46 PM