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2008 31 July :: 1.36pm
I can actually feel the line being pushed and battered. With every minute it moves farther.
Attack. Counter-attack. Progress. Ambush. Retreat. Attack. Attack. Counter-attack. Progress. Ambush. Retreat.
I don't hate people. I love people. But something in me lunges forward at prime opportunities to convince myself otherwise.
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2008 11 June :: 11.41am
:: Mood: angry
I'm not sure what makes me so angry. In truth, I just want to be able to enjoy it like a normal person. At a distance, from a calm, inactive standpoint. Mentally passive observation, acknowledging it's presence and accepting the benefit of that, but not experiencing the mess that comes with it.
I can sort of coax myself into it...but what happens if I stop paying attention, cut off the effort? Do I fall back into hate and rage, or does my soul linger in the vibrant, energetic comfort of the situation?
Or is it all just fear, and I a coward?
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Do you ever write something and not understand why? This whole passage begs a question, and it's one that I can't answer for anyone who would be reading this. And yet I want someone to know, even if they don't understand.
But what I really want is for someone to understand.
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2008 24 May :: 3.19pm
:: Mood: amused/comfortable
hahaha...I guess that the noun would be the verb, then, wouldn't it?
In both trust and love. And faith, too, I suppose. Hope follows in form of faith. So all of life's goals are passively active? In all things I should actively not pursue, but rather relax, give up my "fish and loaves", and surrender myself to the consequences in full knowledge that they are to my benefit, although I may not see from here why? Yes.
To be as I am and know I am without really considering the purpose of it being that way. I don't know why I was made male over female anymore than I know why I am white and not black, American and not Chinese, Human and not a dog. I am, and should act. Funny that acting on those things is a surrender for me. How I have struggled so furiously to understand without realizing by doing so I was doing nothing...the Hamlet effect. In summary, I think too much. If I don't shut myself up from time to time, I'll never get anything done. The simpler way of thinking might better suit me. Wisdom is powerful, but only in context of simplicity. That's what makes it Wisdom instead of knowledge. You can know everything there is to know without being wise, and you can be the wisest person in the world without ever knowing anything. Maybe then wisdom is simply taking what we don't know and using it in context of what we do.
I need to be a more practically minded individual in order to achieve my ideals. That's the chasm, the leap of faith. I must surrender my ideals to obtain them. "Whoever keeps his life shall lose it, but whoever gives up his life for my sake shall keep it." God's economy, if God can be described as economical.
Oh there I go again.
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2008 10 May :: 8.46pm
I sense in them a wealth of knowledge yet unattained. If I seek anything, it is completion. If I desire anything, it is to know wholeness.
The Adam in me is hopelessly lost without Eve, yet strangely and supernaturally pacified. But it's temporal, in waiting. In expectancy. What He has done to prepare me has also stayed the flow of desire, but I am not cursed, I sense, to that wretched loneliness that, were I God, would not be forgiven me.
There is something I can learn from them. We are cultures far apart, and rather than get them to see mine I should tell them what I see in terms of theirs. Learn a new language.
In the context of my dad and I, we're nothing alike. In the context of everyone else...well, we're probably more alike than I would willingly admit under other, less humbling circumstances.
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I really like folk and soul.
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2010 23 April :: 7.12pm
Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.
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2008 17 April :: 10.51pm
He never grows weary. He never let's up. He is never defeated. Time and time again I drive him back, chain him down, and run as hard as my legs can allow.
How are you one step ahead of me? How can you keep your breath?
And though I fall, I am not fallen. Though death seizes me, I do not die. Though I am struck, my body is whole.
I am so weary of fighting him. I want him to just die...but he is me?
Who is more myself? The zealous, devout, vengeful Lazarus? The indulgent, kniving, amiable Aaron? Both with virtue, both with vice. Never at peace. Always at odds.
Hope is an odd thing..."Come all you weary, lay down your loads."
Grace odder still. I am so grateful for all that I have, for the chance to fight this way, to see things from this vantage point.
I don't know where this is going.
I'm sorry? This is an apology. I've disgraced myself and my friends. Those dearest, those I've told I would guard. Time and time again I betray my intentions. But He is there, always beckoning, always welcoming, despite my flaws. I'm going to go to him now, when I feel most useless.
"The Lion's outside of your door, the Wolf's in your bed. The Lion's claws are sharpened for war, the Wolf's teeth are red."
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2008 9 April :: 10.21pm
Now that I'm here, I don't ever want to look back
All that any of this is really worth to me is just knowledge. Knowledge that my identity is not dependant on my short-comings. Knowledge that I fought the good fight. Knowledge that I did what was best regardless of the circumstance. Knowledge that as long as I don't lean on myself, my life is worth being proud of.
Kameran had a really good idea. He took a dry erase marker and wrote all the reasons he was worth loving on his mirror.
I should paint "Death Be Not Proud" on my bedroom wall.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful for thou art not so. For those whom thou art thinkst thou dost overthrow die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. For rest and sleep which but thy pictures be, much pleasure then from thee much more must flow. And soonest with thee our best men do go; rest their bones and souls delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men and doth with poison war and sickness dwell and poppy or charms can make us sleep as well or better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and Death shall be no more. Death, thou shalt die.
Kirsten and I have had some really cool talks since then.
Haha, the bus-ride, the sports movie, the chic flick, the red-bull, the elevator...
It's amazing how much I appreciate my girl when I haven't been able to think of her that way for a week.
The Mexico spirit is still alive, I think. I can see it in the way people still communicate so well now. It's a bummer that I'm going out of town on Friday, but Saturday night I can hang with them.
And Sunday I should talk with Bob.
Ah...seven thirty class tomorrow. Know what that means? Bed-time.
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2008 25 March :: 9.27pm
I suppose there comes a point where every one who does this sort of thing asks this sort of question.
Is it defining of me? Certainly not.
But it is facing my past and giving up is surrendering to that past.
So I can't give up. Never, ever, ever give up.
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2008 19 March :: 10.04pm
TELL ME ARE YOU FREE
WHILE THE GALLOWS STAND
AND BULLETS LANCE
THE BRAVEST LUNGS
WILL I FOLD MY HANDS?
OR HOLD MY TONGUE?
OR LET THE FLAMES LICK AT MY FEET
AND BREATHE IN FIRE AND KNOW I'M FREE?
the flames will rise and devour me. To breathe in fire...
...and know I'm free
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2008 17 March :: 11.38pm
I keep chasing myself in circles inside of my head.
But it's not really going anywhere right now. I feel loved all of a sudden...
out of nowhere some strong affection is raining down on me.
So I'll take this moment of peace as an opportunity to get some sleep.
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