Sami: I signed the petition. God bless you. I re-posted it as well. All the best.
last night - or early this morning rather - i received a thought or an idea of a title for a written piece. i don’t know if it should be a poem or prose or what but the title just popped into my head when i came into conciousness earlier today. the title you ask?
The Showiness of Incandescent Lightbulbs
…trust me i thought it was weird too, but it came to me. maybe i was dreaming; i have no idea. but i am going to play with that idea - as odd as it might be. we’ll see what comes of it.
Any ideas out there in Tumblrland? Facebookworld? Twitterverse?
you know sometimes things just don’t make sense or add up. that, then, causes disconnects that severely frustrate me. i feel like i’m wandering around a desolate expanse inside, just searching for some understanding; or at least a semblance of it. i’m lost right now and i don’t know how to be found or to find what i really want. i presume that’s life though - imma have to find my own way and deliver myself from this vague, murky area to one of crisp, clean clarity. thinking and praying my way out of here. it’s hard to navigate other people’s minds and thoughts and feelings - probably the toughest thing known to man - unless, of course, you’re a mind reader - which i am not. i just want understanding and empathy but maybe that’s too selfish. i don’t know. but all i do know is i need some help - a GPS from on high please father to help me navigate this space.
Honey, Baby, Sweetheart a novel by Deb Caletti (via xxsimplicity)
:: a seminal, powerfully metaphorical critique ~ nolan minori
- personal security
i am sitting here in the dark; vibing to Kanye’s latest adventure on a very early 20th Christmas morning. i must say that i am happy to be alive. life for me - all 1 score of it- has been a journey. i am still so young, however, and i’m sure there is so much more to unfold. i have to say that i am grateful that God has shown himself in my life: in my beautiful family and friends, and in the experiences that have netted me the insights and timeless wisdom that i hold dear to my heart. i must say, as of late, i have not had the best of luck per se: school hasn’t been a cakewalk, things at home aren’t necessarily the beau ideal - but things could always be worse; and for many in this world things are far more despondent. gesturing from that very concept, i cannot help but take a moment and thank my Father above for what He as allowed and blessed me to have: life, strength, a sound mind, good health, my loving, Christ-centered family, my persevering friends and a place to call home - water to drink, food to eat, clothes to wear - and above all the ability to think, to learn, and to apply my energies and talents to helping and loving others.
i am not perfect. i fail incessantly. however, failure does not render me incapable of trying, of striving. life is about unity and struggle the great writer Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones) says. so on this christmas in 2010, I give thanks to God for all those he has put around me. naming you all isn’t necessary - you all know who you are.
anyway i wish everyone who encounters this message a very special merry christmas and a happy new year (Happy Holidays). I pray that you find Love, Peace, and Happiness.
Keep trying, keep pushing, keep struggling, keep praying, and never stop Loving!
#pray #love #pray #love #pray #love and then #pray and #love some more
A beautiful gift from my beautiful lady love. The gift of music from Rochester. It’s amazing that technology has afforded us such capabilities as this; gifting me Ye’s latest album on Christmas while states separate us. Amazing! Thank you babe. Merry Christmas everyone!
RT @philoquotes Words are loaded pistols. ~ Sartre —> love & wisdom or hate & ignorance - which will be our ammunition?
i don’t always get it - i often fail more than i succeed - i’m insecure and can be jealous at times - i think with a pessimism that some might call crazy - i am jealous cuz I don’t feel myself adequate, worthy, or fit in the shadows of those reflections of that other guy in your eyes. i find some way to usurp my own confidence and find a dark place where he is what i want to be to you; and all of a sudden i don’t matter. my heart palpitates with anger and love at the same time cuz i dont know why i get so miserable - but it seems beauty is a hot commodity for the superficial - and maybe you see something in him that makes you want to explore. i’m, then, insecure cuz i can’t see why you deal with me. i’m so backwards and all over the place that I don’t know which was is up. i’m so wrong and trusting and then un-trusting. i’m a confused nomad in my heart who feigns this ‘i-have-it-all-together’ countenance. whatever. i’m more of a deceit to myself than those i conjure about you because of my own guilt, shame, and insecurity. i am - at worst - an amoral, hypocritical fake. it’s hard to tear yourself down like that, but that’s what i am - or can be, have been. I am cripplingly passive. #candidIntrapersonalCritque
Where you experience pain, I too experience pain.
But I also experience growth.
Where you find disappointment, I too find disappointment.
But I also find patience.
Where you recognize coincidence, I too recognize coincidence.
But I also recognize miracles.
Where you see reality, I too see reality.
But I also see possibility.
This is Faith.
Progression is accepting and Loving others regardless of your disposition about their worldview or beliefs or personal choices. We don’t have to agree - but because we differ we should not ostracize, exempt, or otherwise marginalize others. In that spirit, DADT is a motion that gestures toward the common good and the ideals this country claims to aim for.