31 December 2008
30 December 2008
Debate on God, Love, Sex and the Meaning of Life
I'm reading this far pretty intense book.??. Nevermind. It raises a lot of questions in the meaning of my own life, so I can't really discount it. I recently read the chapter, "Sex: Is the Pursuit of Pleasure Our Only Purpose?" and I came across the passage below and it really hit me. It addresses the huge issue of staying "in love" with your partner. Some couples I've seen who are still "in love" after so many years still feels the same irresistible feelings they had for each other at the beginning of their relationship or at least that's what I had imagined, or maybe I was wrong. In keeping these feelings alive, maybe we were chasing after something that is meant to recede, allowing the other part of love to take control.
Though I don't agree with C.S. Lewis on many things, this is one thing that clicked for me. The mentality I had before reading this is one that I think many have: that if that fluttering, lusty, crazy can't-live-without-you-for-one-second feeling is gone, then you must not love your partner anymore and need to find someone that can make you feel that way again. This excerpt explains how wrong that reasoning is...
"The state of being in love is a significant, wonderful human experience. C.S. Lewis writes that this glorious state...helps make us generous and courageous...opens our eyes not only to the beauty of the beloved but to all beauty...and is the great conqueror of lust. But Lewis makes the startling statement that being in love does not last, nor is it intended to last. Being in love is a good thing...it is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling...no feeling can be relied on to last to its full ntensity...feelings, come and go.
He explains that the "state of being in love" involves a kind of intensity and excitement that, if persisted, would interfere with sleep, work, and appetite. The intense feeling of being in love ought to change to a deeper, more comfortable and mature kind of love based on the will as well as on feeling. Ceasing to be "in love" need not mean ceasing to love...Love in this second sense -- love as distinct from "being in love" -- is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit... Lewis says a couple can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be 'in love' with someone else. Lewis asserts that being in love brings people together and motivates them to promise fidelity; the quieter, deeper, more mature love helps them keep their promise".
I had someone said to me once: "Sometimes Love is not enough." I guess that's the part that lies deeper that have never emerged.
I'm reading this far pretty intense book.??. Nevermind. It raises a lot of questions in the meaning of my own life, so I can't really discount it. I recently read the chapter, "Sex: Is the Pursuit of Pleasure Our Only Purpose?" and I came across the passage below and it really hit me. It addresses the huge issue of staying "in love" with your partner. Some couples I've seen who are still "in love" after so many years still feels the same irresistible feelings they had for each other at the beginning of their relationship or at least that's what I had imagined, or maybe I was wrong. In keeping these feelings alive, maybe we were chasing after something that is meant to recede, allowing the other part of love to take control.
Though I don't agree with C.S. Lewis on many things, this is one thing that clicked for me. The mentality I had before reading this is one that I think many have: that if that fluttering, lusty, crazy can't-live-without-you-for-one-second feeling is gone, then you must not love your partner anymore and need to find someone that can make you feel that way again. This excerpt explains how wrong that reasoning is...
"The state of being in love is a significant, wonderful human experience. C.S. Lewis writes that this glorious state...helps make us generous and courageous...opens our eyes not only to the beauty of the beloved but to all beauty...and is the great conqueror of lust. But Lewis makes the startling statement that being in love does not last, nor is it intended to last. Being in love is a good thing...it is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling...no feeling can be relied on to last to its full ntensity...feelings, come and go.
He explains that the "state of being in love" involves a kind of intensity and excitement that, if persisted, would interfere with sleep, work, and appetite. The intense feeling of being in love ought to change to a deeper, more comfortable and mature kind of love based on the will as well as on feeling. Ceasing to be "in love" need not mean ceasing to love...Love in this second sense -- love as distinct from "being in love" -- is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit... Lewis says a couple can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be 'in love' with someone else. Lewis asserts that being in love brings people together and motivates them to promise fidelity; the quieter, deeper, more mature love helps them keep their promise".
I had someone said to me once: "Sometimes Love is not enough." I guess that's the part that lies deeper that have never emerged.
02 November 2008
It's been too long...
Every day since my last blog. Every time I walk against the wind. Every time he challenges me. Every time he makes me smile. Every time I wonder what might be. Every time I wonder what I might loose. Every time I wonder what it would be like to be alone again. Every time I'm alone with my thoughts; I think of a title.
I think of a title. I think of a first paragraph. I make excuses for not blogging. I make excuses to myself for not even being honest in that first paragraph which I conjure up on the escalator.
I'm torn between my own insecurities and...my own insecurities. Half of me wants to continue the way it has always been, while the other half can't let it go? We've had pretty much nothing but good times. As my cursor blinks on the screen..... I know what I want to write, I know what I want to say.... yet it's best not. Not yet.
Every day since my last blog. Every time I walk against the wind. Every time he challenges me. Every time he makes me smile. Every time I wonder what might be. Every time I wonder what I might loose. Every time I wonder what it would be like to be alone again. Every time I'm alone with my thoughts; I think of a title.
I think of a title. I think of a first paragraph. I make excuses for not blogging. I make excuses to myself for not even being honest in that first paragraph which I conjure up on the escalator.
I'm torn between my own insecurities and...my own insecurities. Half of me wants to continue the way it has always been, while the other half can't let it go? We've had pretty much nothing but good times. As my cursor blinks on the screen..... I know what I want to write, I know what I want to say.... yet it's best not. Not yet.
09 August 2008
It's so hard to sum it up. To write about my life and what i like to do in just one paragraph. Well, I guess i could write everything and take up my entire page. it's like i know what i want to say... but i cant seem to get the words out correctly without people mis-understanding things.But who cares really? something about geumaphobia and irrational drownings... and not caring about circumstances. circumstances aren't the point. something like that...And now a spree of things i like to do:
Roaming around my thoughts, driving fast, drinking apple cider, playing the piano when i'm stressed, using a lint brush when my clothes is really linty, lighting cigarettes even if im not smoking, I like when I wake up and the sun is still shining, hate when I wake up and it isn't. Sometimes I smoke just because I'm to lazy to eat. I can get stoked on stupid things. My hair is only cool looking for 10 minutes after I leave my house. I am a very, very picky eater. I have 2 dogs and I love them to death, W, S. I fall asleep only on my left side. I buy Cd's even though I don't listen to them, they are for display purposes only, no one looks at them. I say "bless you" when animals sneeze. I mumble to myself a lot. I only want to do things right after I wake up and get bummed when there is nothing to do. I have a turtle name ningless. I have to eat some chocolate everyday. I have perfect vision only in the day. Hoodies are to be worn once a week. I am a good cook, to me. I looked into buying a real panda once. Alcohol screwed up my liver, but I don't drink. I don't remember my first kiss. When something goes wrong everyone looks to me to fix it. I need to have "Jenny alone time"... i have this thing about men in glasses. i'll add more as life goes on......
and if you be good to me, then i'll be good to you, and we'll both ride home in my automobile.
and if you be good to me, then i'll be good to you, and we'll both ride home in my automobile.
09 July 2008
25 April 2008
21 April 2008
19 April 2008
Touch me with your mind (2)
Can't sleep these days. Restless mind. found out some things today that threw me for a loop. not too bad, but i can't even really mention the facts here, but that's ok, i just need an outlet right now and this is as good as any...alls i can say is thank god for family and small miracles and divine guidance. i'd be so lost without it. ...
Can't sleep these days. Restless mind. found out some things today that threw me for a loop. not too bad, but i can't even really mention the facts here, but that's ok, i just need an outlet right now and this is as good as any...alls i can say is thank god for family and small miracles and divine guidance. i'd be so lost without it. ...
20 March 2008
What we see...
Though it is human to evaluate people we encounter based on first impressions, the conclusions we come to are seldom unaffected by our own fears and our own preconceptions. Additionally, our judgments are frequently incomplete. At the heart of the tendency to categorize and criticize, we often find insecurity.
Overcoming our need to set ourselves apart from what we fear is a matter of understanding the root of judgment and then reaffirming our commitment to tolerance. When we catch ourselves thinking or behaving judgmentally, we should ask ourselves where these judgments come from. Traits we hope we do not possess can instigate our criticism when we see them in others because passing judgment distances us from those traits.
Once we regain our center, we can reinforce our open-mindedness by putting our feelings into words. To acknowledge to ourselves that we have judged, and that we have identified the root of our judgments, is the first step to a path of compassion. Recognizing that we limit our awareness by assessing others critically can make moving past our initial impressions much easier. Judgments seldom leave room for alternate possibilities.
Though it is human to evaluate people we encounter based on first impressions, the conclusions we come to are seldom unaffected by our own fears and our own preconceptions. Additionally, our judgments are frequently incomplete. At the heart of the tendency to categorize and criticize, we often find insecurity.
Overcoming our need to set ourselves apart from what we fear is a matter of understanding the root of judgment and then reaffirming our commitment to tolerance. When we catch ourselves thinking or behaving judgmentally, we should ask ourselves where these judgments come from. Traits we hope we do not possess can instigate our criticism when we see them in others because passing judgment distances us from those traits.
Once we regain our center, we can reinforce our open-mindedness by putting our feelings into words. To acknowledge to ourselves that we have judged, and that we have identified the root of our judgments, is the first step to a path of compassion. Recognizing that we limit our awareness by assessing others critically can make moving past our initial impressions much easier. Judgments seldom leave room for alternate possibilities.
19 March 2008
11 February 2008
Touch me with your mind.
Our perfect weekend rolled down a grass hill like a somersault
All splayed and pretzel shaped at the bottom
Out of breath and exhausted with laughter
Until there was no air left in our guts
It meandered down the sidewalk with hands held swinging
Easy words and lazy kisses without second thought
To surrounding eyes, when we spoke I could only see freckled irises
Our perfect weekend ended with side by side
Sprawling round pillows in a temperature challenged environment
Your words turned my metaphors to denotations
Illustrated connotations of all the best clichés
Our perfect weekend was our initials made of fireworks
Branded in the air with a sparkler until it faded to lavender vapor
Sunday smelled of summer and burned pasts
With a warm breeze pushing two towards tomorrows
Our perfect weekend rolled down a grass hill like a somersault
All splayed and pretzel shaped at the bottom
Out of breath and exhausted with laughter
Until there was no air left in our guts
It meandered down the sidewalk with hands held swinging
Easy words and lazy kisses without second thought
To surrounding eyes, when we spoke I could only see freckled irises
Our perfect weekend ended with side by side
Sprawling round pillows in a temperature challenged environment
Your words turned my metaphors to denotations
Illustrated connotations of all the best clichés
Our perfect weekend was our initials made of fireworks
Branded in the air with a sparkler until it faded to lavender vapor
Sunday smelled of summer and burned pasts
With a warm breeze pushing two towards tomorrows
10 February 2008
What do I get?
It's weird for me to still care. But we need these little parts, these seemingly random things. We always need proof to remember that something has happened, like a pool of dust, a piece of string, or a hollow feeling where your heart used to be. Anything to help us remember. Anything to make sure we dont forget.
It's weird for me to still care. But we need these little parts, these seemingly random things. We always need proof to remember that something has happened, like a pool of dust, a piece of string, or a hollow feeling where your heart used to be. Anything to help us remember. Anything to make sure we dont forget.
21 January 2008
At the worst of times...
I feel like the world is too beautiful a place and I'm just cluttering it up. That guilt is far beyond and I have yet to figure out where it comes from. Odd, though, that beauty makes me so sad, and that fighting through shit makes me feel valuable. I wonder where that comes from too. This is random.
I feel like the world is too beautiful a place and I'm just cluttering it up. That guilt is far beyond and I have yet to figure out where it comes from. Odd, though, that beauty makes me so sad, and that fighting through shit makes me feel valuable. I wonder where that comes from too. This is random.
10 January 2008
A good start
The new year is upon us. I haven't been a fan for a long time in the whole of getting drunk and singing unintelligible songs on New Year's Eve so I was somewhere homely and happy. Anyway, the new year does offer all of us a chance to reflect upon the things we experienced in the previous year.
2007 wasn't a particularly great year, but many events occured during the year that give 'now' a chance to be better. So many changes are still to come...perhaps instead of being afraid of them, I will begin to anticipate and look forward to the new challenges that lay on the horizon.
The new year is upon us. I haven't been a fan for a long time in the whole of getting drunk and singing unintelligible songs on New Year's Eve so I was somewhere homely and happy. Anyway, the new year does offer all of us a chance to reflect upon the things we experienced in the previous year.
2007 wasn't a particularly great year, but many events occured during the year that give 'now' a chance to be better. So many changes are still to come...perhaps instead of being afraid of them, I will begin to anticipate and look forward to the new challenges that lay on the horizon.
02 January 2008
Fall in to place.
I couldn't sleep. I love it when they pack and leave - familiarity numbs and can hurt again, and again.
I've always loved being loved. And I realise that sometimes, characteristic has made me blind to making the right choices, whether it be in love, work, family or friendships. With the way I'm going about things, is totally different. I could so easily drift into my own world, but I'm not letting that get to me, because those emotions I may feel, don't make the person me.
I'm leaving each part of my feelings to fall into place when they're ready. No complications.
I couldn't sleep. I love it when they pack and leave - familiarity numbs and can hurt again, and again.
I've always loved being loved. And I realise that sometimes, characteristic has made me blind to making the right choices, whether it be in love, work, family or friendships. With the way I'm going about things, is totally different. I could so easily drift into my own world, but I'm not letting that get to me, because those emotions I may feel, don't make the person me.
I'm leaving each part of my feelings to fall into place when they're ready. No complications.
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