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assorted quotes

June 12, 2009

I ran into these quotes earlier today (or tomorrow… whenever this post may actually get published).  Most of them are by Mr. Foreman.  Some by fictional characters, others not.  I just hoped it might be some food for thought for people other than myself :D

When you are dealing with adversity or the let downs that come across your path, but you also know that that’s where you’re supposed to be, then all the terrible things that come along have a place in it. As opposed to when you know you’re not where you’re supposed to be. Then, even the good things in life can seem meaningless.
Foreman

 

You’ve just spent too much time running away to realize what you may be running toward
—Brother Campbell

 

Today is all that we will ever have in this life. If we spend our time obsessing with the future or regretting the past then we will never live. Tomorrow will always be tomorrow and yesterday cannot be changed. The wise man seeks God int he now and brings both his regrets and fears before him.
Foreman

 

There is much we cannot understand.  But lack of comprehension neither negates nor eliminates it
—L’Engle

 

I think that’s what a relationship is…not figuring someone out, putting them in a box and calling that a friendship. But it’s a dance really, where you’re continually trying to figure somebody out and they’re continuing to learn who you are.
—Foreman

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the want versus the movement

June 10, 2009

i want to be pure again.

it’s too bad that the action and the desire aren’t synonymous.
it’s too bad that the mental state outside the fire isn’t equatable to the one inside the fire.

between how it is and how it should be…

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deep in the rock

June 2, 2009

This summer, I’ve spent quite a few nights watching movies online.  My tendency right now has seemed to lie with Japanese movies—more specifically, Studio Ghibli.  It’s been great watching these movies, soaking in the stories.  Story. 
Stories can inspire.  Inspire to do what depends on what the story contains, but nevertheless, they do inspire.  After all, stories are not plastic.  They are reflections of the heart.  Even if the story is a lie, the intent of the lie is reflected from the heart.  But I digress… and probably shouldn’t continue the digression, seeing how it’d be a good blog for another time.

One of the movies that has touched me is “Whisper of the Heart.”  It’s the only Studio Ghibli movie I’ve seen that wasn’t made by Miyazaki.  I also rewatched it on a pretty special day, so that might be why it has more meaning to me.  The story is a romantic one, but beyond that, it’s also about life.  The main character, Shizuku, reaches a point where she wonders what she wants in life.  A person that she admires already knows what he wants to be, yet she’s just a girl who spends time going to school, reading books, but no real aim in life. 
Shizuku explains this problem to a nice elderly man she met earlier, Nishi-san.  In response, he shows her a rock with a crack.  Deep inside, theres a crystal.  But the crystal itself isn’t worth as much as the smaller pieces of beryl found inside the crystal.  He says that there are probably even more precious gems within the beryl that we cannot even see.  While there are precious jewels inside the rock, at face value, the rock is still a rock.  It takes refinement and polishing to get to the desired jem.

I believe that each of us has a gift.  Inside every rock, God has instilled a gem of some sort.  It may not be an specific occupation like Shizuku’s passion for writing.  Some have the gift of hospitality.  Not necessarily a money roller, but still a gift.  Inside each of us, there’s some gift that’s in need of digging.

Many get stuck at the state whether or not they have a gem.  I guess I could be at that stage.  Right now, what gets me is that I have so many passions for different facets of life.  Digging and polishing an emerald takes a lifetime, but I have this appreciation for other gems.  Right now, this gem I’m trying to dig out is under music composition.  However, I love philosophy.  I remember when math and science intrigued me as well—and indeed they still do.
What direction?
Which gem do I dig out?  Right now, it seems music should be my focus, yet composition doesnt seem to be sustainable as a job.  Beyond monetary stability, what about my other passions in life?  Should they fall by the wayside?

And then Shizuku asked Nishi-san a very important question.  What happens if I dig and find nothing but a colored rock deep inside?

Oh the questions and analogies.
The answer can’t be merely conceptualized.  It needs to be pursued.  Just which direction?

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elements present

May 25, 2009

Life:  it isn’t a story about constant failure.  Indeed, it is present, but to say that such a story ends there is obvious, trite, and pointless.   Life is not a story of constant failure, but of constant forgiveness. 
Without both elements, the story is incomplete.
Without both elements, we are lost.

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gaps of time

May 18, 2009

Today marks the second day of summer vacation.  Maybe the first, seeing how weekends don’t exactly count.

It’s been odd being back in Paradise Hills.  The atmosphere is much different than over at Loma.  Less noise, less cold.  I feel really laid back right now.  Even the smell of the mango that’s somewhere nearby adds to the mood.  I guess it’s good to feel laid back.  After all, school just ended. 

But… I don’t know.  It doesn’t feel right.

There’s a difference between relaxing and being unproductive.  I feel like I should be doing something, but I don’t know exactly what.  At Loma, there’s always something to do.  I always need to finish something or start something.  Over here… there’s definitely things I could do, but I don’t feel the same urgency.  Of course, housework and writing songs do not have the same incentive when it lacks a grade.

It’s day two.  I should be kicking it back, but I don’t want to be lethargic either. 
I can’t let this summer slip by without some work done.
It doesn’t feel right that Josh is working 18 hours a week for the Philippines while I sit back and let the time fly.

But the atmosphere pulls me in.  It coaxes me not to.
With no deadlines or requirements, the atmosphere wins.

I need some direction.  Something I constantly need in other facets of life, but right now, I need direction.  Without guidance, what are we?  What happens when we lack plans?  With others, amazing things can happen.  Fun things can happen when you’re with others, going wherever the wind takes you.  But by yourself, you may have a sail to take you where the wind goes, but no one is there to help you guide the boat. 
Alone, without guidance, we are lost.  We are subject to the aesthetic side of ourself—the one that fears boredom.  The one that will do anything to fill up the gaps of time.  If that means to sin, so be it.  If that means to live lives frivolously, so be it.  Alone, without guidance, whos to correct us until it’s too late?

I don’t want to be the aesthete. 
I know I am not the lazy party-goer… I know I can do more…
But the atmosphere pulls me in.

There’s something about this place.  There’s something about me.
I’m probably not alone, though.
What it comes down to is choice.  Twenty-four hours is a short period of time, but so much can be done.
It’s my choice in what I fill it up with.

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ambigous reflections of the bittersweet.

May 16, 2009

It’s 12:40 right now… probably will be 1:40 when I’m done with this haha
I sang an hour ago at the graduate’s graduation: the last obligation of my freshman year.
It’s over.  My first year of college is over.

It’s been quite an interesting year.  I can still feel remnants of entering PLNU when I listen to “No Ceiling” by Eddie Vedder, seeing how I was listening to that song right before NSO.
It was weird.  I only knew a handful of faces, none of them residing in Hendricks.  I had no clue how I’d get to know everyone, yet I had a calm feeling that all would be alright.  Man… just thinking as I write, it was so chaotic, yet so much fun.  I had to rearrange my schedule five times (thank you Dr. Pedersen for helping me through that). 
I don’t really remember who my first friends were here.  I know I befriended Jeff O’Rourke and Braden Deisher, but I don’t know who I really hung with during the first few days.
It all just went by so fast.

And now we’re here.  I’m sitting in Steve Peterson’s room, trying to capture what it was like when I first entered PLNU.  Everything is empty.  Everything is supposed to be dusted, but I’m not surprised that it isn’t.  Soon this room will be a home to incoming freshmen next year who were in the same shoes as I was—no clue what the heck is going on.
Correction.  This is going to be Gibbons’s room.

I’m going to miss this year.  It was such a great and challenging two semesters.  I can’t say I’m a new person, but man have I changed.  Hendricks does that to you.  Heck, living in a new environment does that to you.  Through observation alone, you learn how people act.  You learn about the multiple facets of Christians today—some that have inspired and some that have appalled.

I entered PLNU knowing virtually no one.  Now… I have friends that will last a lifetime.  Grades will come and go, but friendships like these wont (then again, scholarships dont come and go haha).  I don’t know how I met these kids.  I don’t know what attracted us together.  The fact is, I’ve met some awesome people at Loma.
One of them is leaving me in a couple hours.  I didn’t buy a ticket, so I couldn’t watch her receive her empty diploma.  I wish I could.  I wish I could share that moment… see her in her summa cum laude cords, receive the green container.  Oh well.  Next year is going to be quite different without her.  Life moves on, but a part of me wont.  Then again, it’s not like she’s dead… but it will be different.  Oh jackie… my dear friend.

So I sit here.  I don’t know why, but I feel the need to just ponder.
Things are fine.  Things should be fine.  Things are relatively right where I stand.  Yet… I don’t know.
I’m done with classes.  I’m done with finals.  But something’s up.

Maybe it’s just the remeniscent feeling.  Or maybe it’s the loss of a great friend.

Whatever it be, this year has been a great one.
I hope the best for the following.

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the sins of L7

May 9, 2009

I’m a bit disappointed in my friends.
Not my current friends.
Not the current actions of my past friends.
I just never thought that the sins of L7 would appear in Loma.

thanks.

thanks.

To my friends from SCPA:  do you remember this?
I do.
Thanks Travis, who imposed the idea that we take our pants off if we scratch in our one game of pool.
Thanks Anthony, for taking this dang picture.
Thanks Kathryn, for putting this picture in our yearbook.
But even better:  thanks Andrea, for spreading this picture to two girls in Point Loma Nazarene.
I’m sure they love it.

[The fact that I'm putting this on my blog probably means a couple more Lomalites will check this out.]
[It doesn't matter.  The disease has already started.]

Great.  -.-
Eat myself.
(then again, this is not as bad compared to what goes down in Hendricks.)

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seeking more

May 6, 2009

Last Wednesday, I was hanging out with Josh at the caf.  It’s such a rarity for me to eat with my brother, even though we see each other almost daily—odd.  But it was a good time.  After the crazy conversation when Jarel was at the table, Josh and I just talked about how life is and such.

Our discussion went all over the place, from girls to music.  Then I just stated that if it wasn’t for money, I would not mind at all staying at Point Loma Nazarene for an extra year.  There are just so many classes that intrigue me.  I wouldn’t mind diving into all the courses of philosophy.  Maybe take some linguistics and classes in writing.  Man… there is so much to learn!  So much knowledge to gain and utilize.

I remember before graduating from high school, all my fellow seniors were gathered in the Grand Theatre, waiting to line up to hear the band attempt play “Pomp and Circumstance” in tune.  There were some speakers giving their last words of wisdom to us before we dispersed into the “real world,” one being Mr. Libbey. 
Mr. Libbey was a strict man.  he worked in the Physical Education department, was once on the staff as a counselor, and always mixed me up with my brother—nothing new there.  But beyond his strong approach to life, he was a man with much insight.  That year, while we were graduating, he was retiring, and I felt honored to grab his last words of wisdom to a class of seniors.  He said many things, some regarding the fact that we’re all still growing up—even he in his late age—but the one that stood in my mind was the idea of knowledge.  He said that whether we choose to take the path of pursuing a degree in college or choose to take a job early, there is no greater goal than to seek knowledge.  I’d like to take that a step further.  There is no greater goal than to seek truth, for those who seek knowledge are bound to become hungry for truth. 

I’m not sure if seeking truth and knowledge is THE greatest goal.  After all, where is love in the midst of it all?  Despite that… Mr. Libbey’s statement was quite insightful.  There are many things that people seek in life, and I do not believe knowledge and truth are among them.  Don’t get me wrong… knowledge might have a certain connotation, but it does not belong to merely the academic, such as literature or mathematics.  Knowledge can pertain to the arts as well.  Knowledge can even pertain to understanding how to live.  Even though knowledge has many facets, I personally find that so many people choose not to seek it.

Point Loma has so many oppurtunities to find knowledge and truth, yet it’s easily looked over.  General education requirements are seen as a chore.  For one class, I feel the sympathy—there is just one class I can’t wait to end.  But when I think about it, I shouldn’t feel that way.  There is a reason why the board chose these classes for us to take as requirements, no matter what field we pursue.  Life seldom comes the way you think it will turn out, thus maybe these classes might be put to some use.  I remember reading in Madeline L’Engle’s book Walking on Water, when reflecting on her world renown children’s book A Wrinkle in Time, prior to writing, she had no idea that she would use physics, chemistry, and biology in her life.  But if one reads the book and its successors, one can see how it was vital for L’Engle to obtain such knowledge.  You have no idea how the wisdom you pursue can benefit in the future.

There are just so many oppurtunities at Loma, and it really distresses me when I see my fellow brothers and sisters find them as frivolties—especially at Loma.  Prior to experience, I thought that people at Loma were studious and devout Christians.  I definitely find people under that category, but I find many more that don’t seek at all.  I’m distraught, but not surprised.  If one has been fed the silver spoon their whole life, how can you be surprised in their action to not go beyond their comfort zone?  How can you not be surprised in their lack of motivation to go beyond themselves?  How can you not be surprised in their apathy?  It’s disturbing.  It’s laziness.
I recall one friend of mine who basically resorts to the idea that anything that takes effort isn’t worth time.  Blasphemy!  What is worth time then?  How do you expect to get anywhere?  The fact that you were speaking to me shows that you put out some effort to conjugate those verbs.

M. Scott Peck says in his book The Road Less Travelled that laziness is the antonym of love.  If love is the extension for spiritual development—either for you or the other—how can you be lazy?  Extension takes work.  It takes effort.  Love is a choice… it isn’t given.
If laziness is the opposite of love, how can a Christian be lazy?  For starters, Jesus made it quite clear that the two primary commandments were love God and love your neighbors as yourself.  Love.  I would think that even a non-Christian would see love as a powerful force—whether they call it love or not.  But seeing how I’m focusing on the Lomalites, how can you call yourself a Christian and not care?  How can you call yourself a Christian while being apathetic in the growth of yourself, friends, and neighbors around?  There is so much work to be done in this world that laziness is such a depressing option.

Don’t get me wrong.  I am not declaring to prove our worth as Christians we must take as many classes as possible.  Far from that!  I’m just saying how blessed we are to be given the opportunity to learn, yet people don’t utilize it.  Not only that, they mock the worker.
Nor am I saying that I am not a lazy being.  I fall short from being a committed student.
Nor am I saying that laziness and rest are synonymous.  Never!  Rest is an act of love to your physical body—allowing it to do necessary things for the future.
There are many things that I’m not sure if I made ambiguous, but I’ll try to clear it up in a statement.  Apathy is not the idea of being studious in academics.  It’s the idea of not extending yourself to do the necessary, be it through any form.

The silver spoon seems to be an issue that might not be resolved.  I just hope my fellow brothers and sisters will see how blessed we are and how coping out—not tactically leaving—is not the best move.  I hope I see that as well.  But more importantly, I hope my brothers and sisters, through Christ or through relationships, see the merit behind Mr. Dave Libbey’s final words of wisdom to the class of 2008.  The greatest goal is to seek wisdom.  Even further, I’d like to add two more ideas. 

Maybe it isn’t just wisdom. 

Maybe the greatest goal is to seek wisdom, truth, and love.
Without wisdom, we lose discernment and comprehension of reality.
Without truth, we lose direction of what to seek.
Without love, we lose it all.  For if we bear the gift of prophecy, can fathom all mysteries, and have the faith to move mountains, but have not love,  we are nothing.

To seek.  There might be no end, but there most definitely is no loss.

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vice verses

April 28, 2009

Walking along the high tideline
Watching the Pacific from the sidelines
Wondering what it means to live together
Wondering if were more than just guidelines

Looking for signs in the night sky
Wishing that I wasn’t such a nice guy
Wondering what it means to live together
Wondering what it means to die

I know that there’s a meaning to it all
A little resurrection everytime I fall
You’ve got your babies, I’ve got my hearses
Every blessing comes with a set of curses
I’ve got my vices—I’ve got my vice verses

The wind can be my new obsession
The wind can be my next depression
The wind goes anywhere it wants to
Wishing that I learned my lesson

The ocean sounds like a garage band
Coming at me like a drunk man
Ocean tells me a thousand stories
None of them are lies

I know that there’s a meaning to it all
A little resurrection everytime I fall
You’ve got your babies, I’ve got my hearses
Every blessing comes with a set of curses
I’ve got my vices—I’ve got my vice verses

Let purpose into that
Be on my epitaph
With these rising and falling
After all we’re just water and I am just soul
With a body of water and bones
Water and bones

Where is God in the night sky?
Where is God in the city light?
Where is God in the earthquake?
Where is God in the genocide?

Where are You in my broken heart?
Everything seems to fall apart
Everyhting seems rusted over
Let me know you’re there

I know that there’s a meaning to it all
A little resurrection everytime I fall
You’ve got your babies, I’ve got my hearses
Every blessing comes with a set of curses
I’ve got my vices—I’ve got my vice verses

I picked this song up a couple days ago and I think it’s quite reflective of where I am at now.
Life is good.  Nothing too pressing is on my shoulders.
However, not is all right.  There are still questions that I seek to answer.

I’ve built a majority of my life around certain ideas.
There has been alterations regarding my mindset as the years have passed, but nothing radically changed.
But as I read Descartes and Nietzsche, I wonder if I’m on the right path.
When I think  about it, all the connections seem to make sense with some unknown—not saying the unknown is bad.

However, perspective means everything.
How can I find the validity of my beliefs if I seek truth while standing on it?
Or does my analogy not work in the sense?
What can I truly know?  And is it relevant?
Of course it’s relevant.  Truth is always relevant.
But is it mandatory right now?
I don’t see why not.

There are other things on my mind.
Girl.  Becoming a friend. 
Saying the right words.  Failing at saying the right words.
My personality in the light of others.  My personality in what it should be.
Abstraction versus concrete.  Plato versus Hegel.
Trying to convey my true personality without messing up to a girl that I like yet am trying to strengthen a friendship first.
Truth.

Truth… it’s such a hard thing to find.
Yet we all have the ability to seek it.
There’s just so confusion in my life.
Yet life isn’t bad right now—who am I to complain?
Maybe the spark of this blog was just the wrong words said.
Fear of offending.
Is that something I should be entirely concerned of?
Something that controls my emotions?
Truth.

I know that there’s a meaning to it all
A little resurrection everytime I fall
Every blessing comes with a set of curses
I’ve got my vice verses

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4-12

April 11, 2009

Today something unfathomable, unexplainable, yet expected happened.
Our Messiah rose.

A day of jubilation :]

“Hell, where is your victory?  Death, where is your sting?”

I find it funny that the date is 4-12.
Souls aren’t built of stone :]

Waiting tables and parking cars you’ve been
Selling cell-phones at the shopping mall
When you begin to believe that all we are
And that all of our dreams are nothing more than material
It’s nonsensical!

Why nonsenscial?
Because, in the short answer, He lives!