MGMT, you have stolen my heart with your psychedelic tunes however I refuse to watch your music videos
THEY. FREAK. ME. OUT.
Also, Mariah Carey and every other female vocalist who finds it necessary to squeeze unnecessary vobrato into each half second of any given song you care to sing, PLEASE stop remaking Christmas music.
Thank You.
And on that note NICKELBACK!
fated to pretend
"[I]n order to enjoy, know, possess, and be everything, desire to enjoy, know, possess, and be nothing..." St. John of the Cross said that, or wrote that. This quote was taken from the spiritual classic "Divine Intimacy."
It's difficult to understand what St. John of the Cross means. Taking him literally is kind of scary, also I think it can be used as a sort of excuse for not doing anything. However how I've found a kind of peace and understanding of this quote in my own life is to just be who I am. I don't aspire to be Poet Laureate but I do aspire to be a damn good writer (p.s. I would NOT reject being Poet Laureate...that would be friggen SWEET). Perhaps it's better to aspire to be the fullness of who you are in honesty than trying to meet the mold of some external ambition like President or some shit. I mean there's nothing wrong with being President, but there might be something wrong with designing your life around that ambition.
I think the reason we're not supposed to do that is because, hey, it's a BOX. That's not new news. Don't put yourself in a box. I think it might be a possible symptom of fear of freedom. If we have a free will (which I think we do) then we have a hell of a lot more wiggle room than we give ourselves credit for. So lets do this. Lets be fantastic. Lets be ourselves in Christ.
Another slap in your face interpretation of St. John's advice is to not expect anything because when we expect something it automatically spoils what will happen to us. Whether you believe in Christ, the Universe, or some ambiguous glob of higher power I think it can be held true that expectations of events, people, and life just makes things less bearable and also less exciting.
When we expect things it kind of blinds us to what's truly a gift. Like on Christmas day, it's a lot more exciting to open up presents when you have no expectations. When you do have expectations it's a greedy miserable race to uncover what you hope you got and if you don't get it then it sucks! You cry and are bitter and you're definitely not appreciate of Mom and Dad who tried really hard, spent money on you, made sacrifices, etc. etc..
Expectations don't bring you together as a family in appreciation for one another and the gifts you've given one another and the thought that was behind them. It tears you apart. (I'm speaking of expectations as fabricated endings that we play in our minds - our hopes and desires for certain outcomes. They're not the same as standards, which I firmly believe in.)
It's difficult to understand what St. John of the Cross means. Taking him literally is kind of scary, also I think it can be used as a sort of excuse for not doing anything. However how I've found a kind of peace and understanding of this quote in my own life is to just be who I am. I don't aspire to be Poet Laureate but I do aspire to be a damn good writer (p.s. I would NOT reject being Poet Laureate...that would be friggen SWEET). Perhaps it's better to aspire to be the fullness of who you are in honesty than trying to meet the mold of some external ambition like President or some shit. I mean there's nothing wrong with being President, but there might be something wrong with designing your life around that ambition.
I think the reason we're not supposed to do that is because, hey, it's a BOX. That's not new news. Don't put yourself in a box. I think it might be a possible symptom of fear of freedom. If we have a free will (which I think we do) then we have a hell of a lot more wiggle room than we give ourselves credit for. So lets do this. Lets be fantastic. Lets be ourselves in Christ.
Another slap in your face interpretation of St. John's advice is to not expect anything because when we expect something it automatically spoils what will happen to us. Whether you believe in Christ, the Universe, or some ambiguous glob of higher power I think it can be held true that expectations of events, people, and life just makes things less bearable and also less exciting.
When we expect things it kind of blinds us to what's truly a gift. Like on Christmas day, it's a lot more exciting to open up presents when you have no expectations. When you do have expectations it's a greedy miserable race to uncover what you hope you got and if you don't get it then it sucks! You cry and are bitter and you're definitely not appreciate of Mom and Dad who tried really hard, spent money on you, made sacrifices, etc. etc..
Expectations don't bring you together as a family in appreciation for one another and the gifts you've given one another and the thought that was behind them. It tears you apart. (I'm speaking of expectations as fabricated endings that we play in our minds - our hopes and desires for certain outcomes. They're not the same as standards, which I firmly believe in.)
This blog
So last night when I was creating this blog I made an attempt to describe what this blog is going to be like. What you, my dear reader, could expect. Well I had no idea how to describe what to expect so I posted a poem instead. The title of this blog "an inexplicably antithetical enlightenment" is intended to mean that this blog will be a tad counter-cultural. Counter-cultural in the sense that it seems almost completely cultural although (hopefully) not quite. It is my hope that it will deviate from the current culture while appreciating and embracing what is beautiful and good in it.
blah blah blah
In this blog I'm gonna be writing about...okay here's a poem I wrote!!
Happiness is a Wet Rag
Restrain yourself
too much.
Aspire
to no longer desire.
Dry out dreams
like dirty clothes.
Action is treacherous,
always wait,
induce a nice paralysis
of indecision.
Wait until someone tells you what to do.
Live inside someone else’s skin
and hate it.
The chaffing is worth it.
Let that unforgettable rash eat and never ease.
Do not soothe it,
but use it.
Bitterness is the key
to not being happy.
Let the bike rust in the yard.
Tie it down in safety.
Let apathy
hang lazily
onto your mentality.
Do not become free.
Be comfortable with being uncomfortable.
And be uneasy
with the theory
of ever
becoming happy.
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