Is it morning already?
Timnath Serah (and what comes before)
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Sunday, July 25, 2004
A paragraph from my journal I'm thinking about today...
"All these movies and stories about how romantic it is to hopelessly and genuinely love someone for years on end who doesn't love back in the same way are a complete crock. All these terribly romantic stories and situations don't always have happy endings. Not only that, somebody hurts a whole heck of a lot in the meantime. I think someone who holds on when it's hopeless is a hopeless moron, not a hopeless romantic. There's a terribly fine line between hopelessly romantic and sickly obsessive and I'm never quite sure which side of the line I'm on. To the one they recoil, and the other they revere, never knowing quite how alike the two are."
Feb 27/03
Here and there and everywhere and once in the middle, back again. Mirrors and miracles. Monsters and managers. Break in the beginning and cut out the rest.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Hero moments broken apart only temporarily by the strangest of circumstances. Here and there, in the afternoon are the miracles of morning. Much later in the day when the world ends and rest may come, someone finally figures out it was all a bad joke played out in someone's dream. Happily, now, end the nicities of normal and the never knowing nothing of absolutely no one. Why? Then. When? Because. Who? Never. Why not? Ask your mom.
I seem lost in the middle, caught in the dying yet yearning for the light. It's so easy to live without living. It's a piece of cake to just eat it and never mind trying to have it too. What happened to the radical I wanted to be? What happened to eliminating even the neutral from my life to be more His? What's with all the mediocrity? Embrace the pain, and it will no longer injure you. Surrender to His will and you will be victorious. Seek, and you will find? What happened to becoming who I wanted to be? Am I simply coming to realize it's not possible, simply accepting that my lofty ideals are simply that, lofty ideals, and are but a waste of time and energy trying to obtain... or is it more? or less? More or less. I was going to be somebody great once. Where did I go?
I seem lost in the middle, caught in the dying yet yearning for the light. It's so easy to live without living. It's a piece of cake to just eat it and never mind trying to have it too. What happened to the radical I wanted to be? What happened to eliminating even the neutral from my life to be more His? What's with all the mediocrity? Embrace the pain, and it will no longer injure you. Surrender to His will and you will be victorious. Seek, and you will find? What happened to becoming who I wanted to be? Am I simply coming to realize it's not possible, simply accepting that my lofty ideals are simply that, lofty ideals, and are but a waste of time and energy trying to obtain... or is it more? or less? More or less. I was going to be somebody great once. Where did I go?
Saturday, July 17, 2004
And just when you thought it was all over....
I've had a horrendous time getting to a bloggable computer the last while. While I've had time to do something about it anyways. Blogging while at work on lunch break (as I am doing now) requires significantly more concentration than I'm used to outputting during a work day. As such, our time together now ends...
I've had a horrendous time getting to a bloggable computer the last while. While I've had time to do something about it anyways. Blogging while at work on lunch break (as I am doing now) requires significantly more concentration than I'm used to outputting during a work day. As such, our time together now ends...