Hope

I've been having thoughts. What is hope? Not hope according to the traditional definition, but my definition or interpretation of hope.

Hope is when you're given freedom to try and fail.
Hope is when people tell you that you can't succeed and you go ahead and do it anyway.
Hope is absent when you give into your fears.
Hope is destroyed when people restrict your choices and desires.
If we let hope die, the world will die with it.
If you can't find hope, go to the Man who created hope and ask for more.
He'll give you some, I guarantee it.
Hope is that feeling in your chest when you don't know if that person will respond kindly to you, but you try anyway because if you never do it, how will you ever know?
Hope can exist within other things and other feelings can be sprung out of hope.

Hope can bring about honesty.
I am hoping that by being honest the people I need will eventually come into my life
I'm not always honest, but when I am honest with myself, I am filled the Joy because God has given me the strength to hope.

I hope that people will still see me as a real person even though I fear and have my own set of issues.
I hope that people can understand me even though words like fuck, shit, and ass sometimes flow through my vocabulary.
I hope that people will care enough to get to know me as I care to get to know them.
I hope that even though I question God that He will lead me.
And I hope that I will find similar people to join me along the way.
I hope that someday things make more sense than they do.
I hope someday slavery will no longer exist and poverty will perish.
I hope that I am the person to step up and end these and many other injustices.
I hope that someday when I write music that people will like my music not because it was written for them, but written to myself in a quiet place and it reminds them of their quiet place.
I hope that someday the "mistakes" I made will not be viewed as such, but as failed "triumphs."
I hope that this will give someone hope and that they can pass on hope to more people.
I hope for hope.
I hope for salvation.
I hope for God to come.
I hope for Faith.
I hope for Resurrection.
I hope for genuine hearts to be my friends.
I have strength.
I have Hope.
I have Faith.
I have Love.
I have conviction.
God, give me faith.
God, give me hope.
God, give me love.

Quick thoughts on dreams and aspirations.

I love the idea of being with someone. It kind of kills me sometimes because I love being single, but just the thought of someone else appreciating me as much as someone like my mother or sister does murders me inside. And by murder I mean that I become a different person. Regardless of how sad I can be, how depressed I am, these things bring me joy.

I’m trying to imagine what it’s like to have a person, who I am deeply attracted to, want to spend time with me and even enjoys my oddities and nuances that makes myself me. I’m a sap. I listen to music and try to enjoy every bit of it. I enjoy both the classiest of music to the rawest forms of the art. Classical to Folk, Pop rock to gangsta rap. I love smiling and asking questions. I love reading when I can, but I can never get up the patience to do it. I adore poetry and I used to think I was a fairly creative person, but then I started reading some Robert Frost and Leonard Cohen and I immediately shut up. Bringing me back to the topic of a SO. Can I really find someone who enjoys this about me? Someone who enjoys that I love thinking and having deep conversation. A being who is willing to put up with my teasing and can challenge me academically and help me become a better person. Someone who understands that I’m not the most confident being, but I will be when I have to be. Can I locate another human being who would write poetry to me and with me? Erotic, vivid, addictive poetry.  Can she say words that will make me tremble like no other? Will she be able to speak to the core of my heart like the Great Cohen and Frost have done so recently? I need words and I need time. I’m a needy individual, but still independent. Is this at all possible? Am I waiting until I find the person  that I describe here or do I use it as a way to keep myself from becoming to close to someone that could potentially hurt me.

Another question is if I post this on the interwebz, will it make much sense to anybody? If I don’t check over for grammar, how will my original draft look? Will people be confused? Would SHE be confused? Or offended? Will some of my innocent thoughts be taken the wrong way, or my wording seem to liberal? Being a creative writer as I am, not everything I say should be taken so liberal. If you find anything dirty in this, I guarantee you that it’s exactly the opposite.

Call me thirsty because it’s probably true. But I could really care less in the end.

Stating Your Opinion.

I sometimes forget that this blog exists.

If you know me, you should know that I love stating my opinion about everything. I try to keep quiet though when I believe it's out of my place to say so, but in any good and respectful conversation I love being able to go in-depth about my opinion and also listen intently to other people's views. This is one of my favorite types of conversations and getting to know people. I like to bring up a variety of subjects when I look for conversation; gay marriage, smoking, abortion, religion, and musical tastes can all be great conversations in my humble opinion. But there is something that bothers me much of the time when people express their opinion in conversation, or specifically on the internet: an unwillingness to see the same issue or topic from a different perspective.

An extreme case could look something like this: an individual states something that they believe to be true on facebook, maybe they believe it to be informative or comedic, but it could be considered controversial just because of the nature of the topic. Now I don't believe for a second that this observation being stated was a morally wrong thing to state publicly, everyone is entitled to their opinion. But when someone states something of this nature they must be prepared for potential backlash or at the least, friendly disagreements on the matter. Stop getting offended if someone disagrees with you. If you are not prepared to deal with the discussion, stop stating your opinion. I am weary of all the entitled individuals who are ignorant of the fact that people don't have to agree with each view they have on any given subject. If you are not prepared or willing to dive into the discussion on a deeper level, don't even start.

But then again, this is my opinion. Tell me I'm wrong.

-loggieduvs

So...

It's interesting to see what I am going to write about each time I decide to exercise my writing skills. Well, I figured this one out. How did I get a substantial amount of views from a different country? Literally none of my views on my blog from the past few days have been from the US. Strange...

Bored. How About Another Blog!

Nothing to do at 7 in the morning but type whatever comes to my mind. I have a few goals for today, but I haven't decided what they are going to be. I guess I should start simple.

1. Go to church- This one is pretty easy because I have to play this morning anyway.

2. Don't eat peanut butter and jelly for lunch- Maybe I should attempt to eat something healthy like a salad...

3. Sit down and pray- Get off the games, forget about all the crap that is going on, relax.

4. Write a song- It doesn't have to be that good, just make it feelsy.

5. Blog- Done.

Secrets Keep Us "Safe"

This is a short one, I need to write more often...
          
I blog because it's easier to do and a little more transparent than a diary or a journal. I don't like secrets, I think for the most part secrets cause hurt and frustration. But maybe The Doctor is right, maybe secrets do keep us safe. But then again, The Doctor is a fictional character and I don't see how his logic is logical within the confines of reality. Because the truth is the truth whether you know it or not. The truth doesn't suddenly come into reality once you know it. It's just always there waiting to be discovered.

Let's look at it this way. If I was lost, I would like to be found. To me, truth is a person. Something that wants, that NEEDS to be discovered, otherwise, it's useless.

What good is it not knowing that you owe someone a million dollars if you have to pay them the next day? Well, regardless if you have the money or not, you have the choice to at least get some help, rob a bank, hide away and money to a different country. Knowing the truth is always better than not in my opinion.

Lastly, if you don't know the truth, you're believing a lie. I think I don't owe a million dollars, but I actually do. I wouldn't think that I would kill someone in my sleep, but apparently I did. I believe that I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky, but in reality I try and just plummet to my death... Silly Doctor.

Once Upon A Time... The Life of One College Student.

I must warn readers that if they do not appreciate cussing, they should just disregard it or simply not read this blog.

Sometimes I forget I even have a blog. I forget how useful it can be to get feelings off my chest, especially when I have something to share with the world. Journals are for more personal details, but I view blogs as a slightly less open incarnation of yourself. Somewhere where you can say whatever the fuck you want and get away with it, people don't have to read it, but they can draw some of the views and characteristics out of the writer.

So without further ado, my feeling and views on life at this moment. With complete honesty and without restraint.

1. I feel as if expectations are far too high.
2. I feel constrained by school, but shouldn't school allow me to do more?
3. I have always found reading for the most part to be boring, some people have a knack for it I would like to see teaching evolve and see more teachers actively involved instead of expecting students to read and understand everything from the start, especially when it's more skill oriented subjects.
4. Fuck anybody who says you're not allowed to swear.
5. I can't think of anything to say for this one, so let's move on, right?
6. Does the government not understand the concept of basic economics?
7. Stress is the evilest form of torture, thanks college.
8. There is nothing motivating me right now, maybe I need some counseling before I fuck up my life.
9. ...

Hopelessly Romantic To All The Wrong People

I'm here to burst everyone's bubble. The fact is that the vast majority of people have cheated on someone in their lifetime. It's a hard fact to face, but the truth is we are just like those scumbags who enjoy the thrill of not being with the one they are currently "committed" to. The only difference between those "scumbags" and the general population is that you and I had not realized we were doing this. Still confused? How about an example!

My name is Logan Welliver and I have cheated. I'm the hopeless romantic type. My ideals are way to high and I subconsciously expect my relationships to live up to those standards so I am never satisfied. I have dated several girls and I have never cheated on them, but instead they were the other women I cheated with. Could I be more vague? Probably not. It's like a riddle, I guess. The truth is, I know everything, I used a cheat code in the game of life to find out something. I am actually married to a wonderful woman.

I have been married to this woman for some negative number of years now and I feel like the relationship is going pretty well, but it turns out in the past few years that I've cheated on her and she's not too happy about that so I told her that I would cheat on her no more.

The point is we all know who I'm going to marry. Can you guess? Correct. I'm going to marry my wife. And I can take a crazy guess and say that any number of those girls I've kissed, cuddled and dated over the years are probably not going to be my wife/wives. Therefore, am I not cheating? Willingly knowing all along that I have married for some time now?

So are we all that different from all those "scumbags?" I'm sure few of us are, but I'm gonna go out on a limb and say we are not all as saintly and we would like to believe we are. Our path and life is linear and mistakes are inevitable, but I'm sure we could avoid a few key ones, right? And now I, because of my hopeless romantic nature, will decline to accept anything less than my wife. I now take my leave.

Mock Lyrics

Another day has gone without acknowledging you
The pain it exists and I know the solution, but the lies persist
These feelings bring more agony and I sludge through the dirt
The dirt is made of moans and screams all calling out through a distant mist
My heart is fragile like paper, easy to crumple and tear and simple to fix with tape
Even though it will never look the same, It will continue to work as it did
Documenting memories and showing off illustrations
Illustrations of the mind that tell my audience what truly matters

The Rantings Of A Stressed College Student

            Hi, my name is Logan Welliver. This is my rant. I have had a horrible day today, but that’s okay because it’ll be better another day. No reason to kill myself or anything. Just chillin’ here and listening to some music. I am male, not female. I happen to love music and I have a love/hate relationship with philosophy right now. Balls. My frustration word. I have this fancy new Mac and it’s been a constant source of joy and distraction. If I can pump out a thousand or more words from this I’ll be impressed. I’m not even at two hundred yet. When I get angry I think of all these fun things to do, but I never seem to do that, I think I need help. Facebook sucks, but it’s awesome. Why do girls suck? Even though they don’t. I just say that when I’m feeling lonely and really want someone to cuddle with, oh well. I need to play piano. But It’s late and I need to sleep. School sucks and at the same time it’s the best thing ever. I have a feeling it will get even better with time. I can just feeling my typing skills getting better by the second. I’m just gonna write a freaking novel right now. Here’s how it will start…

            There once was a boy. He had no arms, but he still wanted to play the piano. So instead, he tried using his toes to play. He was a massive success and he had no arms. The moral of the story is that you don’t need arms to be awesome. THE END.

            That was just a summary; it’ll be longer than that. Like a few words longer. That was the abridged version. It will be a massive success because it relates to everyone who doesn’t have arms. I have arms, but I imagine that it would be horrible if I had no arms. Off the subject of no arms. I need to get a big ol’ deep dish pizza. I wanna go to Giordano’s. How about a break? Just a break from life? I feel like I never get those, but I probably do more often than I think. I’m at (ß 371^st word.) 372 words. I need to print some stuff in the morning. I kind of wish I had my own printer; convenience is a beautiful thing. I did not know how to spell convenience, so thank God for spell check. Over the past two weeks I have gone from having no music in my iTunes library to having 3.7 days worth of it, that’s made up of 1452 tracks, I think that is some substantial progress. I actually feel like I’m doing something of worth, I am working my brain and maybe even my writing skills. This is creative writing so the rules of grammar don’t apply. For the most part. Screw. Full. Sentences. Go fragments! This is incredible. I’m just about to pass 500 words. This is my 500^th word. Not kidding, the word “this” is my 500^th word. Crazy. Productivity at it’s greatest. I’m determined to write until I get to at least a thousand words. I’m listening to Gungor and I just think they are so wonderful. They are musically inclined and have such great musicianship and yet have the greatest meanings to their songs. The combination makes them one the best bands ever. I really hope that one day I can write music that will rival Gungor in musicianship and overall worth, but that’s a very lofty goal. I’m on Facebook right now. The thing that is quite great about socializing on Facebook is that everything you say you can come back to and quote and it’s like a written conversation. Even though you don’t see people face to face. I wish life automatically recorded and documented conversation. Memories would have that much more value. Someone could be like… “I remember that one time, that was fun, remember what I said? Neither do I. Oh wait… Let’s look it up! Oh! Haha. What I said back then was really funny. I’m funny. Thank God that all these conversations are documented.” That would be in a perfect world, but I guess in a perfect world we would just be able to remember everything. Sounds pretty perfect. I really do wonder how people write books, I wouldn’t have the patience. But I do understand why it takes them so long… This could suck to write like a million words. I say “like” because it may not be a million words. More or less. Probably less. Unless it’s God and, and, and you wrote the Bible. How cool? I think it would be awesome to be one of the authors of the bible. I’m doing pretty well with this word count and so far it’s been under an hour that I’ve been typing. I’m impressed with myself. I think right now I’m crying out for a best friend. I want someone that I know better than anyone else and can talk to about anything and have absolutely no shame around. I’ve made a lot of friends here, but it takes time. It’s about to hit midnight, now. It’s now September 24^th now. I’ve been at school for exactly a month now. This is all going by so quickly. I’m not going to bed yet… Erg. I’m really anxious. I don’t want to be anxious. I want to be calm and relaxed. Dear God, please give me strength. Please. I’m a broken human and need some serious help. I’m so ridiculously messed up. I realize it’s incredibly easy to bash on myself. Is it that easy for all people? Probably not the narcissists. They could probably go on about how great they are for hours. But thankfully I haven’t met a person yet that is that extreme. In my finals words… Pray. The best thing you can do in any situation is pray. And then go do it. Go do something. Be awesome. Be awesome in God. Because God is awesome.

Hmmm... Another Therapeutic Rant.

CAUTION: YOU ARE ENTERING A MIND OF A STRANGER.

I got sucked into life... Take that back. More like pushed out into life. Haha. Crude. Being up late is when I do most of my thinking. I think I should start writing everything out. Showing my life. Selling my stuff. Forgetting about finding that perfect girl and focus on things that are for sure. Like failure. I know I'm going to fail. And succeeding. I know I'm going to succeed. There are only two outcomes in everything. Failing or succeeding. Great. What's my word count? Did I write enough to make a difference. Probably not. Darn. If this were a sheet of paper I'd probably just rip it up already, thank God for computer screens. I wonder how long I could write before I just fell asleep. Not very long. 1000 words maybe? Longer than most of my school essays. It is so much easier to rant on and on about what is on my mind than to write about one boring subject for school. Here we go. Or I go. Because no one would go with me. Delve into what is my mind. To most people it would probably be a bore, but to myself it's the most interesting thing in the world. Kind of like when I was watching 30 Rock today and Jack said he wondered what it would be like to see the world from Kenneth's eyes and it proceeded to change to Kenneth's perspective and show Jack as a Jim Henson puppet singing all the words that came through his mouth... Everything was so happy. Sometimes I see life through eyes that are similar. Lately though it has been a drag. More pessimism than optimism. Which is a shame because I'm a Christian. One would think that with a God as great as mine I would be happy and joyful all the time, but the truth is that sometimes Satan gets you down and you look lost as you ignore/are blind to anything and everything that is calling to you for you to come back and reach out your hand to theirs. Or maybe it's so dark you forgot you even had a life up in Joyland. Pure darkness. Pierced by the light. God help me. I find this blog to be very therapeutic. Now to another part of my mind...

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Sometimes I envy other people. It's usually not because of the stuff they have, but instead the stuff they have. Not they're possessions, but what they possess. People mature, and many of them as they mature acquire very attractive personality traits. Sometime this builds me up and gives me hope. Other times it makes me feel inferior or shy. How could I ever live up to a person like that? But I must always remember, regardless of how I feel that my identity is in Christ. I don't need to live up to that. For I am different and God is shaping and moulding me into a different person then they.

Everything comes back to the God I love. Which sometimes I don't live my life in the way I should. Anger and Jealousy, Annoyance and rage. Things like these take over my mind and my body and I am too weak to fight back and too stubborn to ask for help from friends or even more importantly, God. Wasting my life. That is what the past few months have been. And I'm not talking about getting a job or doing things society tells you to do, even though I probably should get a job. I haven't been making a difference for the Kingdom. I feel empty and kind of pointless and cruddy. That's because I know my purpose, but have been ignoring it. Smooth move. I just would love to be immersed in the beauty and love that is my God and Savior, Jesus Christ, but I feel like I lack the tools to do so. God save me.

It's hard writing a paper. At least for me it is. I'm in class staring at a screen for hours. I don't do much and I wonder where my motivation has gone. Is it the fact that I have six weeks left til graduation or is it the fact that I feel overwhelmed by things because I can't seem to start and finish one thing? Maybe I should find some outlet, some type of hobby that I actually enjoy and can do without someone yelling at me. I feel so done with high school. I praying and hoping that college will be better, but if I don't become more diligent will it ever change. And maybe even a lot of people will call me mature for realizing this, but the problem is, I don't feel like I am at all. I see people achieving these great things by doing what they love and they never stop working. But I feel trapped in things that I have grown tired of, maybe with the initial enthusiasm and then my interest tapered because it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. In fact, all the things that I thought I would be fine with I have struggled the most with, and the subjects I thought I would dread the most in the beginning ended up enriching my life the most.


I couldn't imagine what the people who started Google had to deal with when they began operations. And now they own the world. Without them there wouldn't be this great blog with this great user interface and I couldn't vent to the world as efficiently. Google gave everyone something that they could waste their time on or even be productive with. Writing is productive for the most part and in this case I believe that it could even be healthy or therapeutic. Production. Efficiency. Peace. Purpose. These are some of the things I would love right now. While I know I have a purpose, I feel as if I'm missing purpose in the things I do. While I do produce things, I don't feel like I produce things that are needed. While peace sits in my grasp I continually sit and wonder if I'll ever actually reach out to grasp it. And efficiency? Well I just do not know. 


I hope many things. But not in all things. I hope I can write a paper that will make some sort of difference in someone's life, but I dare not hope that it actually might come of something. And this defeats itself.


I might be rambling, more of me talking to myself than talking to an audience. For if I was talking to an audience I might want to pick a subject that people would want to read about. People get drama at school and on Facebook, so why read about internal issues on a blog? Isn't life full of better things? Such as Happiness and Joy? Peace and Hope? Faith and Love? Maybe. Well it is, but you don't always feel that way. Maybe that's it. The whole point of why I've been typing for the past twenty minutes. There is a disconnect.


There is a disconnect between my feelings and Truth. Because if my feelings were dictated by what I know to be true, I would have endless Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Gentleness, Love,  Faith and Self-control. But instead my feelings are dictated by what I see, which is very depressing to me now that I can see it. As once I saw the things of the world as something enjoyable, but I'm beginning to find it more detestable. And I as I find it more detestable I begin to find the things of God more delightful and even more fulfilling than what I had before. It's like replacing your diet of Twinkies, Ho-Hos and Capri Sun with fruits, vegetables and water. At first you may not think it a benefit for it does not taste as good, but as you reap the beauty and energy from this new found diet, you begin to cherish it.

Apathy

Apathy is, as defined by Wikipedia (Is the best), a state of indifference, or the suppression of emotions such as concern, excitement, motivation, and passion. I have been fairly apathetic about everything lately, and some people make excuses to justify their lack of time spent doing anything worthwhile.  Well I have decided  that my excuses are not to justify as if I had done nothing wrong, but rather a confession and evaluation of my flaws. To begin, I must evaluate my apathy. It starts with this blog, I haven't posted in months. Second, my friends, close friends (I do have some), where has the time gone. Thirdly, schoolwork, as I am a senior and should not be getting senioritis until later on. And I can guarantee there are various other flaws, but I feel as if I must start with these three.
I do enjoy writing (Or typing), putting words down onto paper (Or a computer screen) and spilling out my thoughts and desires in hope that I may make a difference in someone's life as many authors have done in mine. I have many distractions that come into my mind as I write, or as I don't write. Even as I type right now I get distracted by the many news stories on facebook (Curse you Mark Zuckerberg!). Sometimes we all just don't care. Or have suppressed our emotions by replacing them with other things, useless things. Look! A duck!

But you know what I mean (I'm making the assumption that everyone reading this is semi-intelligent, hooray for you). Main point, I can't do what what I really want because I'm too busy doing things I think I wanna do, suppressing my true emotions, therefore apathy. I'm pretty shure (Mic joke!) this goes without saying that the same things applies to your relationships as well.

As you grow you find people that think you're a pretty chipper person and you return the feeling... sometimes. In my experience, this has come with great price. I make a great friend, but then somehow get out of touch. "Somehow" implying that I had no clue why. But now I do. I put great emphasis on things such as my electronics and my comfort over the things that truly matter most. Many a times when I find myself at home with friends, I will frequently ignore them as if the computer in more important. I then must quickly shut the computer due to my habits. And also the apathy of actually building up the relationships comes into play too. When friends invite me to hang, I more often than not find myself wanting to do nothing (I'm sorry to all) rather than getting up and moving out. This all had lead me down a seemingly never-ending spiral. I say no, so I lose friends, I lose friends, I become more insecure, I become more insecure, I make less friends, I make less friends, I wonder why people don't like me, I wonder why people don't like me, I pre-judge people and their motives, etc. Whereas this isn't so true as it used to be (Praise Jesus!), it does make me ponder why I did it? And why I continue to be apathetic about things, especially the more significant subjects. Bringing up subjects... Me and School have a very awkward relationship.

Where do I start? Me and School hit it off pretty early. We had a fairly playful relationship early on. I like her, she liked me. We played during kindergarten, art one day, house the next. I was the manly cop that came home with the money, she was the patient wife that always made me dinner and never forget to bring my "banana gun" to work. As we grew, she became so much more educational and involved, and while I knew she was good for me, I refused because it was all too difficult. 

Too difficult? God knows what would've happened to this world and everything else if we all decided not to do something because it was "too difficult". We'd all be dead. But even though I may dread learning something as I learn it, I do sure love it in the after thought. Just as we go through trials, we hurt, we burn, we come through in the end and we know what to do and what not to do. And this is why I can firmly say, next to Pride, Apathy is the most dangerous trait anyone can have.

People call it being lazy, the Bible calls it slothfulness, my mom calls it the devil. Apathy is great enemy to all. An enemy to those who want to be great someday, to those who are called to greater things, as us Christians are, and even those who intend to live. This is a wake up call to the masses, we must fix what we have not done, rather than what we have done because in actually we have done nothing. And to the countless numbers of teenagers out there. There is no such thing as "teenager", it's a word people invented to further narrow down age, not ability and maturity, you're either a child or an adult. Grow up America. We can no longer face what is before us unless we actually perform some task outside of ourselves. Diligence is the key. And our motivation should be Jesus, the one who saved us from all sin, including Apathy.

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I gave this post no title. You can try to guess why, but you might be wasting your time. Just like the times we waste on all the other things that we think have meaning and purpose when in fact they do not...

Why do we waste our time? I could go on ranting and tell you that there is nothing to worthwhile to read, but still you persist. A good amount of my time is spent just wondering what I will put down. Some of it may make no sense, maybe the whole body is without purpose and maybe it amuses you, but if there is no moral, no purpose, nothing holding you there except maybe pure boredom and this is all filler.

Everything I am telling you is useless. My words are completely empty.

But more ranting could do you good, you need some randomness in your life, probably your life is pretty dull right about now. So is mine.

That was pointless, yet you still read, looking for a cheap thrill, looking for something to matter that doesn't. If nothing is going to come of what I write, or what we do, or the things we say, or the way we live our lives... Why do we do them?!

Take a step back, regardless whether you believe there is a purpose to life, think about this... What is there to gain from a believing that our life is purposeless? What is there to gain by believing there is no God? What is there to gain by believing there is some crazy God who forgot about a long time ago? What hope is there? Why do people continue to accept hopeless and idiotic ideologies and beliefs? What logical sense is there is believing these things? What sense is there is believing there is only hopelessness, despair, and disappointment? Why do these things give you satisfaction?

Pointless. When there could be purpose? Which would you rather choose?

Living a life without the hope of something more is idiotic.

I might have lied, this could be about something, but only if you make it to be.

I encourage you to stop reading. Turn off the computer, before I actually say something worthwhile.

Purpose, it exists. And in the most beautiful way I might add.

Purpose in Jesus, living through Him by living for Him, He is everything that is good, pure, righteous, morally right, joyous, merciful, and wonderful in this universe, He created it all. He blessed us by giving us this wonderful to take care of it and enjoy it. Living with and for God is the purpose. And doing what we are created to do is the thing that will give us the most joy will it not?

"God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing."
-C.S Lewis

"I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy."
-C.S. Lewis

"He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by Him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities—all things were created through Him and for Him." 
-1 Colossians 1:15-16


Let us run to the arms of our Creator, our Father, our friend.We try to create meaning and purpose through pointless objectives. We try live creation without the Creator. We try to maintain life while ignoring the prescence of the Life Giver. He gave His life for us, the least we can do is give our lives back to Him.

He Loves you, He Loves me, He died, so we could live... Is that not the essence of Love? Isn't the Truth worth fighting for? Worth living for? Is that pointless?


-A Boy on a Journey

Essentials Kit :)

Maybe one day we could live our life off of so little.

All jokes aside, people do it everyday. People are left with even less in fact. While we sit down and complain about homework and work and how "I'm so busy I only have time for me". If you really think, we could live with less. People in Haiti do it all the time, and I bet people in Japan are doing it too. We rush to the scene when something traumatic happens (Which is Wonderful), but the rest of the world is in dismay and we turn a blind eye. I sit here on my computer blogging, realizing that this is what I often do. It's been said over and over again, maybe we should take a class on it, that always seems to work.

I guess my whole point in saying this is that it's getting to me, I think I may  be looking beyond my own life and comfort and onto the well-being of others. I think if everyone cared like Jesus wants us to do, His hands and feet would reach out. People's lives would be forever changed, and then what need for a Socialist, Communist, or Democractic government would there be. If God reigned in our lives. What would become of this broken world? It's ideal. An ideal that I want in my life.

-Self-indulged

A Blog of Momentous Proportions

So I thought it would be kind of cool to blog thoughts and life experiences. I figured I enjoy typing a little more than I did writing, so what the heck! I think one of the biggest things about doing this is that I need to keep up with it, maybe even make things interesting so people will actually read what I type, maybe I'll be able to make a difference in someone's life.


So the first thing I needed was a name for my blog. The name was inspired by 1 Corinthians 13:1 and also the name of an album by the band "The Rocket Summer" also inspired by the same verse.

 "If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.  Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." (1 Cor. 13:1-7)

This is what drives me, I do not just follow religion, but filling relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Another thing that bothers me is the dismissal of religion, I hear many Christians say, "Oh, I'm not religious, but I do have a relationship with Jesus", without thinking what religion really is. So I took the liberty of looking up the definition of Religion and think about what it actually means to be religious, a healthy type of religious of course.

According to Wikipedia, "Religion is a belief of some superhuman power or powers, in particular a god or gods, which usually involve obedience, reverence, and worship; and as part of a system which defines a code of living, especially as a way of achieving spiritual or material improvement"

Religion is a belief. So my question is why so many christians decide to write off being religious altogether. Why can't christians state that they are religious and also have a deep relationship with the living and breathing God that created the universe? If anybody can answer this for me, how exactly we came to this, please tell me.

So what is it called when people say that we focus too much on religion?

I firmly believe that is when we focus too much on the law, and attempt to follow God's impossible standards to a T. This can leave someone feeling guilty and empty, with the thought that everything they do is wrong or maybe even stupid. Too much Law. Not enough Grace. The Grace of God, Unmerited Favor. Knowing that God will forgive us, no matter how wrong or "unusual" our sin can be. What we need is Grace. Among the most important things.

-Logan "Nogal" Welliver

Someday.

     I sometimes find it impossible to live life. And somedays I would rather give up. But someday life will be lived TO me, someday it will be different.

     The same things will pass me by, but each time they do they will seem different. The type of people that once annoyed me will become the closest of friends. The things that once ticked me off will soon make me fresh. Someday, the things that drive me will no longer drive me, but rather they will enable me to break down walls. Someday before the sky falls in, I will fall in treachery. But it will not be long or even physically painful treachery, but a quick and swift knife to the heart. The knife will leave me bleeding, but will cut out the cancer of the misery and lonliness, leaving me with but a scar. The scar will shape into a picture, one of Love and Hope that is the One... The One I Love.

     Someday my life will be lived not be my reserves, but rather out of my abundance. My abundance that is so overflowing that the only way it is control is by giving it all away.

     Someday I will no longer have a home, but rather a constant gathering for everyone, I will spend my days serving the people, the people that He created.

Someday soon, there will be an uprising, an uprising of hearts among my friends and family.

Someday I hope to be, a model for all to see. Be one of conscience and chivalry.

Someday, it ought to be easier to say "Yes" to the things that God shows me.

Someday I want to speak boldy and proudly the things that I believe.

     And someday, I would love for the world to see, the Truth that holds us, the Love that shows us, the Grace that breaks, the mercy that takes us, to places far beyond what eyes can see, to a place of Glory, at the foot of a throne far more fathomable than any of us will ever know.