Teenagers are afraid of the future, of the question “what are you going to do with your life?” While we are afraid of what we will do, we are most afraid of what we won’t: we are afraid to waste our lives. In a culture that has told us we have no purpose except the one we assign to ourselves, (follow your dreams, do what you love, be successful!) some of us ask the question
“Is that enough?”
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We realize there is at least some sort of problem with the chains of distraction in our modern world. We have struggled with it at some level in our own lives. And we have desired to stop, whether we commit to that desire or not. Continue reading
“Lift with your knees, not with your back.” Awww, that’s rubbish, I thought, as the familiar piece of advice drifted into my mind as I prepared to lift a heavy box. I pushed my fingers under it and lifted it into the air. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t rubbish after all. If you have ever moved, (and I assume you have) you know the feeling… and the desire to be really lazy and just get this junk out of here! I would like to announce: we have finally moved! Continue reading
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Most people, even those familiar with Lewis’ works, have never heard of this book, the retelling of the myth of Cupid and Psyche. And perhaps that is because it is very philosophical, however, I think that this adds to its merits. Lewis considered it his greatest work: I do not disagree! I love it, here’s why. Continue reading
We hate inconsistency. We hate undependable action, or lack there of. We look to others to provide this glorified virtue but we can forget ourselves. This is a common fault, and we, at least I, am no foreigner to it.
For months I have been busy, which has made it impossible to depend upon my writings. My problem has been that I have only been focused on me and my time and I forget those depending on me. So today, I want to update you on how this blog will continue, so you can decide if I am worth your time. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but I always feel hypocritical around Independence Day. On the one hand, I have spent six months discussing, or rather professing, America’s flaws; it’s politicians and leaders, illogical and unjust laws, and the domestic and foreign issues plaguing, if not our everyday lives, our news medias. On the other hand, Independence Day brings back the passed down memories of the War for Independence, the historical founding documents that sculpted the country that began on the ideal of freedom, and the price that was paid for that freedom. A country boasting a constitution unparalleled throughout the waves of history. And God has given us the privilege to here. Continue reading
To the average, modern American the words “ad hominem” bring vivid images of politicians verbally abusing one another, of media simultaneously using this tactic while condemning it, and even name calling in everyday arguments. Those in the modern world are surrounded by this fallacy, so how should we deal with it?
Imagine you have a hammer, you love your hammer, it’s beautiful and new, and it can do so much. Building and creating; benefiting you, you bring it with your everywhere. You take your hammer to work, constantly admiring it, and enjoying everything it can do. But then things take a turn when you leave work, instead of focusing on driving, you are admiring the glossy coating on your hammer; instead of greeting your family you stare intently at your hammer; you pay close attention to it, but not to your loved ones; instead of being content with the little jobs and tasks at home you can’t wait until you can get back to your hammer. Time that could be spent investing in what you enjoy is taken over by intent, one-on-one time with your hammer.
And you are looking at me, puzzled and very confused, how this has anything to do with you? Continue reading
Have you ever looked closely at a recently exposed stump? Perhaps you saw the intricate rings pulling themselves closer and closer to the center, go on before our eyes into eternity. The smell of wood shavings, the coarseness of the bark all add to the picture in our minds. Rings upon rings building what was a towering accomplishment, a natural fete. Something beautiful. Continue reading