Sunday, September 19, 2010

Thoughts in a Field of Green

I have been in the state of Georgia for 45 days. A couple of nights ago I took a walk with a cup of coffee and my journal in hand. I ended up in a field and just jotted down some thoughts.

There is a beauty in silence
We all too often miss
Consumed by social expectation
Based on rumor and habit sensation

I dare you to walk out in the rain
I dare you to see the world with blood rushing to your head
I dare you to listen
I dare you to uncover your youthful mentality

Bystanders, move
Selfish motives, obliterate
Child-like wonder, embrace

Too young to be shattered beyond repair
Too old to let yourself go
Forget what you've been told
Embark on an exploration
In search of purpose

Be wary, your ambitious mind can deceive you
Peer through the eyes of your designer
Interpreting the blueprints as they were intended

I dare you to get real

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Something About Eras

Well I am not good at this commitment thing. But I figured it is better to write now while I am inspired rather than put it off. I am in Athens, Georgia at the moment visiting the University of Georgia. This is final leg of the college search. Tomorrow I will be off to Boston to visit Northeastern. I am very confused; I don’t know what I want. All that is semi-irrelevant. The point: this is end of an era and soon a new chapter will begin.

For the past four years I have grown and I have slid. I have put my faith in things and I have refused to put my trust in others. I have succeeded and I have failed. I have loved and I reluctantly say, I have hated. Although I am unsure of my future, at the moment, I know that God has a plan that is far greater than anything I could have for myself. While in the shower the other day, I had a moment of realization: in a couple of months everything I know will be pulled out from under me. The people I call my best friends will be all the way across the country. Up to this point, that thought had been shoved into the corner of my mind, but now, the distance is becoming a reality. All I know is that I am a naïve child who in 5 months will face the unknown world with a false confidence hoping to one day do something meaningful.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-14: “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him.”

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Three Empty Metaphors

For my first post I thought I would share my attempt at writing poetry.

Three Empty Metaphors

You are a vacant room
Nothing of value to hold or to give away
Lacking any sense of color to appeal
Nothing to attract others or to sustain your pride
You place your value in anything residing outside yourself
Nothing to fill you or quench your desires
When will you open your stone door?
When will you let the man step inside?

You are a rootless tree
Nothing to fulfill your inherent needs
Lacking any sense of security in the ground
Nothing to keep you from blowing carelessly in the wind
You foolishly trust yourself to provide in a drought
When will you take hold of the soil?
When will you put your faith in something greater than yourself?

You are a reckless child
Nothing holding you back from exploring new territory
Reality concealed by innocence and naivete
Nothing but the encroaching curiosity of the unknown
You blindly trust your false invincibility
When will you stop depending on evil forces to guide you?
When will you submit to aging not only your body, but your mind?