I really don't know how to start this first blog. So I decided that I would post a variety of ideas that I have written down over the past two years. I like to use these for either discussions, papers, or school assignments. I hope you find something that you can relate to....
I knew at that moment our days on playing make-believe were over. As we grow older, it becomes difficult to just believe; it’s not that we don’t want to, but too much has happened and we can’t.
Yes each new day in our lives brings with it a new set of lies but the worst are the ones we tell ourselves before we fall asleep, we whisper them in the dark telling ourselves we’re happy, that he’s happy, that we can change, or that he will change his mind, we persuade ourselves we can live with our sins, or that we can live without him, yes each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves, in the desperate, desperate hope that come morning it will all be true.
Yes everyone loves a scandal no matter how big or small. After all what could be more entertaining than the downfall of the high and mighty you secretly loath; what could be more amusing than the public exposure of hypocritical sinners who have tried so hard to hide their secrets; yes everyone loves a scandal, and if for some reason you are not enjoying the latest one, well the next one is always around the corner.
Sooner or later the time comes when we all must become responsible adults. And learn to give up what we want so we can choose to do what is right; of course a lifetime of responsibility isn’t always easy for it begins to wear on the soul; and as the years go on its a burden that can become to heavy for some to bear; but still we try to do what is best what is good, not only for ourselves but for those we love. Yes sooner or later we must all become responsible adults; no one knows this better than the young.
It’s impossible to grasp just how powerful love is; it can sustain us through trying times; or motivate us to make extraordinary sacrifices; it can force decent men to commit the darkest deeds; or compel ordinary women to search for hidden truths; and long after were gone love remains burned into our memories; we all search for love. But some of us after we found it wish we hadn’t.
People by their very nature are always on the lookout for intruders; trying to prevent those on the outside from getting in; but there will always be those who force their way into our lives; just as there will be those we invite in; But the most troubling of all will be the ones who stand on the outside looking in, the ones we never truly get to know.
Competition; it means different things to different people; in suburbia it means keeping up with the Jones’s; we must all understand the first rule of competition; in order to win you have to want it more. Yes, competition, it means different things to different people; but whether it’s a friendly rivalry; or a fight to the death; the end result is the same, there will be winners and there will be losers; of course the trick is to know which battles to fight, you see no victory comes without a price.
There is a widely read book that tells us everyone is a sinner; of course not everyone fells guilt over the bad things they do; in contrast there are those who assume more than their share of the blame; there are others who sooth their consciences with small acts of kindness; or by telling themselves their sins were justified; finally there are the ones who simply vow to do better next time, and pray for forgiveness; sometimes their prayers are answered.
Everyone in the world needs someone they can depend on. Be they faithful friends; determined advocates; or a loving family; but occasionally in life the people we thought would always be there for us leave. And if that happens, it’s amazing the lengths well go through to get them back.
The world is filled with good fathers, how do we recognize them? They’re the ones who are missed so terribly that everything falls apart in their absence; they’re the ones who love us long before we’ve even arrived. Their the ones who come looking for us when we can’t find our way home; yes the world is filled with good fathers; and the best are the ones who make the women in their lives, feel like good mothers.
Everyone enjoys a game of make-believe every now and then; of course the ways in which we play can vary greatly. Sometimes we tell ourselves that work won’t interfere with our family life; sometimes we imagine certain relationships to be more meaningful than they really are; occasionally we put on a show to convince ourselves our secrets really aren’t all that terrible; yes the game of make-believe is a simple one; you start by lying to yourself. And if you can get others to believe those lies, you win.
Control, it’s extraordinary the tactics people explore to obtain it. Some rely on deception; while others engage in outright trickery; then there are those who resort to extortion; why do we fight so hard for control? Because we know to lose it is to put or fate in the hands of others, and what could be more dangerous?
In a world filled with darkness we all need some kind of light. Whether is a great flame showing us how to win back what we’ve lost; or a powerful beacon intended to scare away potential monsters; or a few glowing bulbs that reveal to us the hidden truths of our past; we all need something to help us get through the night even if it’s the tiniest glimmer of hope.
It’s not always that easy to distinguish the good guys from the bad. Sinners can surprise you; and the same is true for saints; why do we try to define people as simply good or simply evil? Because no one wants to admit that compassion and cruelty can live side by side in one heart; and that anyone is capable of anything.
2 comments:
Excellent idea, writing a blog! Maybe this will help with the insomnia.
Very personal, Jared. Very personal. I always find blogging interesting in that regard, as I believe we feel less vunerable sharing ourselves on the internet. Isn't it interesting that it is sometimes easier to share the deepest things to complete strangers than our own family.
At first I thought some of these were really kind of sad. Especially the second one. But then as I read on, I think there is an underlying hope in them as well. Maybe it is my own desire for hope I am seeing in your writing. Either way, it makes me seek for that hope even more.
Is this a bunch of separate thoughts combined into one blog post? It seems to jump around a little and it can be hard to follow. But it's all very lyrical; you should consider writing poetry too, I think.
I also want to add that even though most if not all people have "secrets" and nobody is perfect, that doesn't mean that they're hypocritical. I think most people try hard to be good, and when they slip up it's embarrassing, so it's natural that they try not to draw attention to those things.
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