A Word On Religion.

Disclaimer: Those whom are deeply religious may be offended by the following writing. If you believe you could potentially be offended by the ramblings of an agnostic on the subject of religon I suggest you stop reading and go watch cartoons or something. Think happy thoughts.

I am currently attending a private college located in southern california. So far the institution is great, the instructors are great (my primary instructor is amazing) and the campus itself is nice. There is, however, one caveat: It’s a Christian institution.

This, in itself, didn’t bother me while I was going through the admission process as I assumed it meant the faculty was christian and they perhaps had stricter policies in dress, appearance, etc (they do). What got me a little annoyed was the other day when the President of the school walks in, gives a little spiel about her background and then proceeds to say that the reason she created the institution was because on the night of XX during the month of XX at XXXX o’clock in the morning God woke her from her sleep and spoke to her, telling her that her mission in life was to develop this college in question.

……

So I was polite during her little speech and didn’t laugh, or smirk, or anything… just maintained my poker face and was respectful. Didn’t join in the applause now that I think of it but hey, I’m just a man. By the way the bible says:

If a man still prophesies, his parents, father and mother, shall say to him, “You shall not live, because you have spoken a lie in the name of the Lord.” When he prophesies, his parents, father and mother, shall thrust him through. (Zechariah 13:3 NAB)

In other words, death to false prophets.

Anyways, cue today’s events.

It’s been some time since the alleged Prophet has spoken, class is about to conclude for the day and in walks in a former student whom just received notice from the state that she passed her certification testing. She gives this story about how she was going through hard times, struggling through school, money was nonexistent, etc etc.  She than began to tear up and with tears running down her cheeks stated that without Jesus as her savior she would never have been able to do it, now without God looking out for her, no way no how… and most of the class cheered her and applauded.

WHAT THE FUCK????

Why are they applauding that she believes herself to be worthless without some imaginary being? Why do people think of themselves to be at the mercy of some deity? I just don’t fucking get it. I try so hard to be understanding and caring and accepting of so many beliefs but today was just the last fucking straw. You know what it’s called when you feel you can’t achieve anything on your own without the support of some god?

PATHETIC.

What a way to fucking progress as a species. As long as we pray X amount of times a day, maybe in X direction, maybe give X amount of money to a church/synagogue/temple, maybe expel X amount of infidels from our country and maybe, just maybe, we’ll get what we pray for.

No amount of prayer will save you from what life brings you tomorrow.  I wish people would stop hiding from the realization that control over life is an illusion.

Just enjoy it while you can.

I’m going to sleep now.

Waiting On An Angel.

Feeling sentimental today. Have a little Ben Harper…

Waiting on an angel
One to carry me home
Hope you come to see me soon
Cause I dont want to go alone
I dont want to go alone

Now angel wont you come by me
Angel hear my plea
Take my hand lift me up
So that I can fly with thee
So that I can fly with thee

And Im waiting on an angel
And I know it wont be long
To find myself a resting place
In my angels arms
In my angels arms

So speak kind to a stranger
Cause youll never know
It just might be an angel come
Knockin at your door
Knockin at your door

And Im waiting on an angel
And I know it wont be long
To find myself a resting place
In my angels arms
In my angels arms

Waiting on an angel
One to carry me home
Hope you come to see me soon
Cause I dont want to go alone
I dont want to go alone
Dont want to go
I dont want to go alone

Fuck The Neighbors.

Every once in a while… or rather, fuck it, CONSTANTLY we need to express some kind of upbeat emotion. FUCK whatever is ailing us. FUCK the norm, Fuck the standard, it just becomes time for us to express whatever it is that is in us. Does music perhaps lead the way? For some of us, well, fuck yes it does.

Be inspired ye people, be inspired.

Inside Your Ugly.. Ugly Like me….

One of life’s greatest tragedies is the inevitable lesson that no matter how hard you fight it, how many walls you throw out in front of yourself, or how introverted you think yourself to be… you’re going to put your faith in someone. Someone you believe to be amazing and wonderful. And everything is great.

At least for a while.

Until the day they let you down. Then the pedestal crumbles and the projected image of the person you thought you were with begins to fade. And all of a sudden, almost as if it was overnight, you realize Hey, this isn’t what I fucking signed up for, this isn’t the man/woman i fell in love with, where did you get lost along the way?

Misplaced faith is a bitch.

And you, bring me to my knees again
All the times that I could beg you please, in vain
All the times that I’ve felt insecure for you
And I leave my burdens at the door

Chorus
But I’m on the outside and I’m looking in
I can see through you, see your true colors
‘Cause inside you’re ugly, you’re ugly like me
I can see through you, see to the real you

All the times, that I felt like this won’t end
It’s for you
And I taste what I could never have
It was from you
All the times that I’ve cried
My intentions were full of pride
But I waste more time than anyone

Chorus

All the times that I’ve cried
All this wasted, it’s all inside
And I feel all this pain
I stuffed it down, it’s back again
And I lie here in bed
All alone, I can’t mend
But I feel, tomorrow will be okay

Chorus

I Dream On The Horizon.

Certain songs have the ability to touch us deeply, penetrating whatever emotional walls we have established for whatever reason and melodically soothing our souls. While going through old playlists I rediscovered this treasure and felt the need to share. I’m sure LyricallyMe may remember this from another blog written long ago…

I’m not sure I’ve heard a more beautiful song.

Performed by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman.

Con Te Partiro – (Translated)

When Im alone
I dream on the horizon
And words fail;
Yes, I know there is no light
In a room
Where the sun is not there
If you are not with me.
At the windows
Show everyone my heart
Which you set alight;
Enclose within me
The light you
Encountered on the street.

Time to say goodbye,
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you,
Now, yes, I shall experience them,
Ill go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer;
With you I shall experience them.

When you are far away
I dream on the horizon
And words fail,
And yes, I know
That you are with me;
You, my moon, are here with me,
My sun, you are here with me.
With me, with me, with me,

Time to say goodbye,
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you,
Now, yes, I shall experience them,
Ill go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer;
With you I shall re-experience them.
Ill go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer;
With you I shall re-experience them.
Ill go with you,
I with you.

A Day At The Movies.

In an interest to escape the dark cave that has become my bedroom (and the wrath of my father), I chose to see two movies today at the theatre. Back to back, no breaks, no planning, just drive on over and see what chance has in mind for us. Turns out Chance either had it out for me today, or just has really shitty taste in visual entertainment. Anyhow, I found myself watching first Death Race and then The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.

Don’t worry, I’m not here to write movie reviews. Suffice it to say that Death Race was a typical brainless action movie, The Mummy was just like the rest. I did, however, want to take a moment to just write about my interaction with the audiences of both films. Oh yes, we did interact. I’m just not sure they realized it.

During both movies, from time to time, I would glance to the left, right, and behind of me. The wide array of facial expressions was funny to the say the least, but I found it comforting in some way. Lately I’ve been feeling a bit lonely, ok well… VERY lonely would be more accurate (but who’s paying attention anyways)… yet it hasn’t botherd me as much as it used to. Anyways, I found myself wondering if anyone else feels a sort of kinship with the random strangers around them while watching a movie. For 2 hours of each movie, I laughed, jumped, smiled, cheered, and frowned at the screen with these people. For 2 hours of each, I found myself teleported into another time, another place, with dozens of people I knew not at all. And it didn’t matter. For once the film was rolling, all that mattered was the sound of a united laughter. Kind of cool.

Leaving the theater, the sun was falling and the sky was lit in that beautiful array of purple and orange pastels… the sun a fiery ember slowly fading. To the east a rainbow could be seen piercing the dark clouds that lay in that direction, the breeze washing over me, teasing, lifting my spirits.

I can’t remember ever having felt so content.

A Word On Life.

You know, it’s funny the things that we forget. While going through the daily meanderings of our lives there will often be times when we think to ourselves “I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life. Never.” Whether it is was your first kiss… your first day of school… the first time you met your younger sibling…the first time you were proud of yourself… your first love. And during these times the purity of emotion felt is undescribable. We do our best to hold each of these dear moments as close as we can to our hearts but eventually they pass into our memories as unnoticed as a leaf blowing in the wind. It’s a bit sad actually.

Yet these moments are our lives. Just one big jumbled ordeal of little moments and little memories that build us into the individuals we are. And that, in itself, is a very important question I believe. Who are we? Are we the young boy waiting for his father to come home? Are we the daughter wondering why mommy is crying? Are we the spouse that cheats on their other? Are we the antagonist that causes conflict? Are we the hero on the white horse?

Or are we all of them?

While perusing through my own catalog of memories, I realized I’ve forgotten so many things. So many moments within my life that truly have affected and shaped whom I’ve become. For better or worse. Lessons have been remembered and others forgotten. One has to wonder how often you’ve trampled your own footsteps. How often you’ve stepped on your own shadow.

So…Life. Full of emotion, conflict…decisions. This is the basis for any future writings that may follow within this page. To serve as an outlet of my own human drama so that years from now I may look back and have a better idea of exactly what kind of person I chose to become. After all, it is my life.

How exciting.