Written--July 16’ 2007
Welcome to the real world, the world of no limitations and of endless opportunities, but also a world of reality…
In the world that I grew up, even if I wanted to, and had the ability to, I couldn’t make it to the top of the ladder of success in the way that this world sees it. That world seemed a lot smaller than this world now—the real world, far bigger than the one I became used to.
I didn’t know reality, because my world was small and had bounds. Now I find myself in a much wider expanse, with no bounds, and with both worlds. But one thing doesn’t change—reality. Whether being aware of it or not, it doesn’t change. Just because I’m out here it doesn’t mean that I can wake up one day and say that I want to be rich, or become a movie star, or a celebrity, and become one.
Reality is that, no matter what I do, I may never make it there. I could forsake my family, my friends, work like mad, or become a total idiot, but I still might not be able to do it.
My point is, in a way I decide my future, but in a bigger way I can’t. Someone who is born a prince may be able to choose whether or not he will have the throne, but there is no way a peasant can assure his success of the same thing. He may or may not, because his path has a lot more to it than does the prince’s. He may have to over-throw the king, yet, the prince just has to wait.
Later: … So that’s all there is to it… men willing to do almost anything for sex or for a woman that can give it, and women willing to do almost anything for money and a house or for a man who can give it? That’s the big gamble, huh? It makes things discouraging… There must be so few quality woman out there who take you for your heart and your heart alone, and who you don’t feel measures you by your wealth and house.
It’s discouraging, ‘cause it’s built into a woman to desire security from the man. There’s nothing wrong with that. But there are so many who desire security in the form of wealth, and a beautiful house, and a stable job. When that falls through, so does the woman many times. There are few who find the sense of security in you, for the reasons that they feel love from you, and you make them feel special—the love concept.
These days people might really frown at you for marrying someone who doesn’t have a good or stable job, without a lot of money, and without a nice house. Love doesn’t carry weight in the picture anymore. So even if you love someone like you’ve never loved before, if he doesn’t have those special things mentioned above, forget it!
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Majesty of Choice
Written--July 7, 2009
I think the majesty of choice is an intensely interesting subject. Normal people don’t want to think or talk about it deeply, and those who do are often a little eccentric. There seem to be extremes on both ends, both never reaching clear conclusions. Results like “no absolutes” and the saying “destiny is governed by choice” are two conclusions that a brilliant mind will come to in one life-time, but that are direct contradictions of each other. Can one actually determine his fate? Is destiny truly something that is in the hands of a human being to decide? Is the majesty of choice really given to every man? If all three of the above are so, then what is the answer to sudden and unexpected disasters, deaths, and happenings? Not knowing the future combined with natural gifts, talents, and abilities, weaknesses, and faults alike, can one decide his destiny? I say not. There is too much in one’s life for him to know what he will decide. Every man will make wrong choices. Who is to say which decisions will be good ones, and which won’t? The best efforts of a man can be shot down by the most seemingly random of circumstances. The conclusion? That if I am to choose to not believe in God or in the unseen, I will live the rest of my life in confusion and uncertainty. But if I will determine to put my trust in God and believe that he is here and cares and sees everything, even if I see or feel him not, I can live the rest of my life knowing that there is a plan and reason for my life. I will live knowing that though I have choice, God is the one in control. He is the one guiding my life and causing me to go through things to teach me and help me learn what I need to.
I think the majesty of choice is an intensely interesting subject. Normal people don’t want to think or talk about it deeply, and those who do are often a little eccentric. There seem to be extremes on both ends, both never reaching clear conclusions. Results like “no absolutes” and the saying “destiny is governed by choice” are two conclusions that a brilliant mind will come to in one life-time, but that are direct contradictions of each other. Can one actually determine his fate? Is destiny truly something that is in the hands of a human being to decide? Is the majesty of choice really given to every man? If all three of the above are so, then what is the answer to sudden and unexpected disasters, deaths, and happenings? Not knowing the future combined with natural gifts, talents, and abilities, weaknesses, and faults alike, can one decide his destiny? I say not. There is too much in one’s life for him to know what he will decide. Every man will make wrong choices. Who is to say which decisions will be good ones, and which won’t? The best efforts of a man can be shot down by the most seemingly random of circumstances. The conclusion? That if I am to choose to not believe in God or in the unseen, I will live the rest of my life in confusion and uncertainty. But if I will determine to put my trust in God and believe that he is here and cares and sees everything, even if I see or feel him not, I can live the rest of my life knowing that there is a plan and reason for my life. I will live knowing that though I have choice, God is the one in control. He is the one guiding my life and causing me to go through things to teach me and help me learn what I need to.
The Price of Love
Written--June 26’2008
When all your dreams have been shattered, all your hopes gone to air, and everything you have ever held dear taken away—then maybe, only maybe, will you be able to appreciate true love. Until then love is but a fragment of your imagination and your definition of it is skewed. After you have lost everything, if you are still alive to face love when it comes, you will be privileged to see it in its entirety and you are the luckiest man in the world. It’s the price of love, because love is so beautiful and it’s worth more than anything you are willing to give up. The price of love is much—too much to be desired. But when life sends you that mortal blow to your world—which comes to every life, sooner or later—it is your chance to look love face-to-face. Most will not be sane enough to recognize it. Very few will live to enjoy it.
When all your dreams have been shattered, all your hopes gone to air, and everything you have ever held dear taken away—then maybe, only maybe, will you be able to appreciate true love. Until then love is but a fragment of your imagination and your definition of it is skewed. After you have lost everything, if you are still alive to face love when it comes, you will be privileged to see it in its entirety and you are the luckiest man in the world. It’s the price of love, because love is so beautiful and it’s worth more than anything you are willing to give up. The price of love is much—too much to be desired. But when life sends you that mortal blow to your world—which comes to every life, sooner or later—it is your chance to look love face-to-face. Most will not be sane enough to recognize it. Very few will live to enjoy it.
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