November 9, 2006

• Tears are Diamonds

  This is a mix of my old blogs from live journal.  I'm switching to Xanga officially.

  The beauty of Seattle is truly enchanting.  Autumn is most certaintly my favorite season--the golden trees flowered in orange flames, the demanding green majesty of the pine, the silver clouds kissing the treetops--I love it all. 

  I treasure being alive.  Existence becomes more beautiful after pain.
  Life is such an interesting gift God has given us.

  Is happiness attainable on earth?  I like to think it is.  First of all, happiness is NOT about getting what you want, but being content with what you have.  Contentment is the tricky part.  Where does that gnawing human greed end?  I think that is we can just truly appreciate the fact that we are alive, we can truly enjoy the smell of a rose or the roaring lull of the ocean.  I think contentment is attainable through living in the moment. If we treasure each moment for what it's worth, that moment becomes incredibly more important.  Don't worry about the past, and don't fret over the future.  Just enjoy where you are.  Contentment doesn't just happen: it takes a conscience effort.  And there will be hard times, but I feel like my general perspective on life is a happy/content one.  Even through pain, I see the good.  And of course, remedy for past mistakes and preperation for the future is necessary, but the moment must not be lost.

  I'm so grateful there's a heaven.  I pity Sartre.  That man must have been utterly miserable.  Sucks that things only got worse for that curmudgeon after death.  Even if he had been right (which he isn't), what's the point of believing that philosophy?   I'm usually a stickler about gaining knowledge, but I would say that in his case, ignorance is bliss and more power to the people who don't care enough to find the truth.  I can't imagine how I would be in that kind of society.  I would become nightmarish.

  A great person I once knew ( and still do I might add) said that true friends aren't just worth dying for, but they are worth living for.  There's nothing like relationships where 100% of the persons involved is revealed.  You know that perso will love you no matter what, and you know that you will love them no matter what.  These friendships transcend mere support and a good time: they are the essence of love. 

  There's nothing like loving and being loved.

  The air is alive with songs tonight.  The music of the spheres has converged with the sonata of the twilight.  I'm opening my window to allow the wind of the night to sweep me away into a melody of the darkness.  The notes float aimlessly into my soul. 

  My ghost slips from my body; melding to and then passing through the window into the night.  I slowly sink--soaring over the wet black top.  The pale light of the streetlamps filter through the thick fog.  I am not here.  I skim the surface of revelation while floating down the hill. I smoke off the steps like a heavy mist slipping into darkness.  I intertwine with the white trees of the forest I've entered--kicking up wet leaves into a whirlwind.

  Waking, waking, waking...up.

  

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