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Time Depravity

laloDepravity is acting in a way that is morally evil or wrong. In life are we ever afforded the chance to relive expired seconds? Is it possible to reach back and re-live? The answer is no. I would venture to say that time is the most valuable commodity afforded to humanity. Do we live in time, or do we simply seek to exist in time, fanatically managing time to best fit the next task or fire that flairs up in front of us. Do we know what it is to live outside of simply existing? Living implies that we seize time and we enjoy where we are. Distraction is a concept formed in hell to keep the living in a state of limbo between life and death, for if we are not living and we are not dead where are we? It leaves us with that next fire to put out and that next project to accomplish, that next career opportunity to chase, and that next goal to seek out. Is that not the very definition of depravity? Are we not taking one of the greatest gifts of humanity, the chance to live, and defiling it to make it evil. We make time an enemy. We say, “How long do I have to be here?” and “Why can’t I be doing something else?” as if where we are isn’t good enough for us. We invent ways to distract ourselves further than constantly being busy we go to such a level that even while we are busy we are never truly in one place living to our fullest potential. We are busy living another life in a world that doesn’t exist as if the one we are given isn’t good enough. Driving too and from, wasting time, not contentedly observing the wonders of living, but ignoring and belittling our chance at glorifying the one who made us. Value time, value life, and live in the moment. Say no to distraction, so no to discontentment. Strive not to just make it, but to enjoy the journey. The illusion of the destination speaks of our misunderstanding of the journey.

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Is College all its Cracked up to be?

A Thought on College as it Appears in Modern Society

College is often sold to the student as being the best time of your life.  It is common practice for those who have graduated college to look back longingly as if college was the pinnacle of their enjoyment, believing that it is the perfect balance of responsibility and freedom.  Expectations are built in the young men and women in high school for the wonders of the college experience, but is it what they really want? I have become aware of the phenomenon that makes college so appealing, the thing that makes it a memory of covetous longing for many.  It is a time when responsibility is only increased marginally and freedom is given full reign.  Its almost as if the educational system has worked to take the college experience and craft it as something that doesn’t actually fit into life.  In life if you move out of your parent’s house, you are responsible for cooking and paying rent, and you must start working. Academia gives all of those responsibilities too you for free in the name of learning, and what do students do with all the sacrifices others are making for them? They do just as any wise human being would do and take complete advantage of them and give way to ceaseless fun mixed with just enough studying to get them to wherever they want to go.  They develop a stigmatism for responsibility because that is the nasty thing that kills the lifestyle of their college experience.  Little do they know that responsibility is actually what they crave.  They want freedom, but college teaches them that they can get freedom without the work involved, and that there are ways to be dependent on others while still experiencing complete freedom.  With this mindset ingrained in students its no wonder that they are unsatisfied with living after college, it’s a culture shock.  The institution that claims to be preparing them for a life outside of its walls is actually preparing them for a life of wanting to live a college lifestyle, filled with irresponsibility, lack of commitments, and a false sense of freedom. 

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A Thought on Drive

I recently have been pondering the meaning of living as well as searching for the substance of the soul in my life.  What fills me up? As a college student I am constantly asked to question my future.  What does it hold? Where will I be? What will I be doing? As these ponderings rush through my head I am swept up into a whirlwind of possibilities, a wonderful weightless disappearance into the world of tomorrow and as my feet touch down I am given to following them out.  But what merit do they hold?  What could I possibly gain from following a single one of my future aspirations? Fame… Glory… Riches… A sense of pride and self worth?  These are ideas constantly fed to me by the elders around me.

I have bought into an idea for as long as I can remember, that I would be happy as long as I am pursuing something. That I am achieving the greatest platform of my existence while on the path of driven motivated action.  It happens so subtly.  As if a foggy dream world slowly slipped in over me when I was sleeping and instead of reality filling me up I am lost pursuing foggy shadows of a world with meaning unto itself.  I discovered a lack of meaning associated with a lack of pursuit.  In other words if I wasn’t doing I wasn’t valuable, and this theory is taught to us by every facet of human existence.

If we are not achieving than we are committing ourselves to laziness and will become that man on the side of the street that does absolutely nothing with his life.  I find this model very disturbing for several reasons.  First of all it bases our structure of fulfillment on ever-changing variables in the sense that what we are taught to value is always changing.  Whether that be our own changing desires and dreams, or the ever changing industry or vehicle of our achievement. The basis for our fulfillment is on an ever- shifting platform of uneasy footing.  Secondly I do not believe that my greatest fulfillment comes in a moment of my own doing; that the highest form of success is tied up in in the standards put forth by those around me.

I have realized that it is easy to become engrained in the tide of humanity rushing for this concept.  It is very fulfilling to accomplish something and I am not proposing that an accomplishment in and of itself is bad; however, when accomplishing becomes our fulfillment we have crossed a line.  Crossing that line puts us in a slowly deteriorating system of thought that drains us of our willpower, sucks us into repetitive action, and drags us down into confusion disorientation and a feeling of emptiness.  At the end of the day I want to be able to sit there, do nothing, and feel content complete and fulfilled.  I can often feel this way when I have had a very productive day, and the desire to work is God given, but fulfillment comes from a source outside of ourselves, not from achievement.  My priorities need to be in alignment in order for me to live life to the fullest and to achieve a consistent productive sense of living.  Not productive in terms of the worlds elaborate structure of doing, but productive in the areas of, Jesus, Family, and Relationship.  If I base my fulfillment on a rock unmoving than I will be more likely to succeed in my other pursuits and I will have lived a life worth living.  I refuse to be locked in a constantly shifting sense of fulfillment.  I will focus on what really matters, so that I will never become confined to the ideal of success taught to me by my surroundings, and I will transcend doing and achieve true fulfillment in the ideal of relationship.

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The Lake

Nature reveals the things of the divine in a way man cannot maintain.  To those who listen secrets are whispered, mysteries are explained, and the spiritual essence of the divine is revealed.  The essence of nature is precluded by the illusion of control.  If a man sets his being against the chaotic melody of the created he will be forced to bend, as the directionless does not have a stop to its direction.  But if a man aligns himself with the violence, and relinquishes control to the beauty, he will find a stillness and an understanding not forged by the constrains of logic but by an unhindered union with the creator.

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Suspended; held in balance between a weightless abyss and a great expanse of colored nothingness.  I am overwhelmed.  Lying prostrate caught in a battle as old as time, two cataclysmic forces endlessly weighing against each other, a fine line of neutrality drawn between them, none the victor.  They advance at a measured pace neither making a rushed offensive, neither ceasing their endless barrage, both pressing on, playing the deadly game of time, moving through that gateway as one.

Many have tried to describe it using eloquent words and scientific terms, but in the face of such a forceful balancing such words fail to capture its depth.  In the midst of such power and conflict a thin band of peace and stillness thrives, an absence of all conflict, in which I find myself.  Floating on my back; peacefully, blissfully at rest, all semblance of control released to the invisible chaos around me.  Forces so immense the mind cannot hope to attain control; the only road forward surrender.  In such a moment the foundations of heaven touch down to earth, the dusty unused conduits of pure emotion open, and a pathway to the heavens is established. The walls around my heart so meticulously erected are swept aside by the pure force of the void, and an understanding swept my body.  Peace is not an amiable feeling conjured up by a release of pent up emotion, but the force that releases the emotions itself.  Peace is a violent action, the forcible removal of all except a void of pleasant nothingness, not a place of unknowing, but a place to know and to fully be know.  I lay in that state driven there by the magnificence of nature, and held there by the thirst of my soul. A need for rest, the only hope at action enjoyment.

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