Of Fountains and Boyfriends

March 28, 2008 at 3:51 pm (Real Life, Relationships)

I am not stupid by any means. But, I am apparently too trusting. My lovely beau was able to quite completely fool me. You see, he discovered a way to get my cell phone in order to throw me into the fountain. Yes, I was unceremoniously tossed into the baptismal fountain last night, though I don’t believe salvation was on the table.

He was clever. I am never far from my phone, but the cell is the only thing that really protects anyone from the fountain. So, as we wandered to join our friends, he catches me. “Is that your phone ringing?” I shook my head, but still pulled it out to check. “Here, let me see something.” I didn’t think anything of handing it to him. Until, in the same motion, he took the device and swept me off my feet. Literally, not figuratively.

At first, I just thought he was being silly and carrying me. But when he didn’t set me down, I grew somewhat suspicious. I asked what he was doing. “Throwing you in the fountain.” He smiled down at me and continued walking. At this point, I really didn’t believe he would. Even when he climbed onto the edge of the fountain, I assumed he would just set me down and laugh at how he had fooled me. Admittedly, I had a death hold on his shoulders and neck, but i still thought it was a joke. He set me down, I found the edge, and assumed saftey.

Then he pushed my feet off and dropped me into the water.

The only thing that saved him, was the fact that it wasn’t cold. And that he jumped in behind. I mean, I kinda respect that he actually did it, and it’s good memories. But still. I. Was. Thrown. In. The. Fountain. I’m not sure how much I like that. And now, I have to come up with something really great to get him back. Like, unbelievably good. And since we worked together and threw his roommate in later, I think I’ll have some help in the guys’ dorms.

Now, for the master devious plot…

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Specters

March 27, 2008 at 2:02 pm (Random Writing)

A little something that came to me. Or that I stumbled into. You know, it’s a lot easier to post things when I’m pretty certain no one’s reading! 😛  

We are specters passing in the halls. Mere creatures eroded to the brink of nonexistence by worries and fears, responsibilities and commitments.  Life slowly chips away at each of us, taking what it needs to survive. It pulls away passion and wears down zeal until we find ourselves treading the halls in a senseless domain. There is no light, no sound. The sun is a removed eye watching dispassionately. The wind a lover’s hand grown cold. Nothing means anything, nothing inspires anyone, nothing exists anywhere. Because the daily trudge has taken all it can grasp. It has required the full self-sacrifice just to survive. And we see each other, but there is no recognition. There is no light in our eyes. Instead they are darkened windows left vacant by a cowering consciousness. And I wonder if I really recognize you, because it was that light I knew. But it’s easier to bar the windows and pretend no one’s home than to try and handle everything. Because hearing laughter and feeling joy will reveal that every forced step we take gets us nowhere; it forces us deeper into the mire from which there is no escape. So we try not to realize as life becomes mechanical and humanity is worn away.

            Until we are nothing more than specters passing in the halls.

 

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Ecclesiastes

March 26, 2008 at 1:54 pm (Spiritual)

God is good with two-by-fours, especially when you’re going along and think you don’t even need them. It seems that it’s then that he picks one up and smacks you across the face with it.

I’m in a good place right now. Not the perfect place, because the perfect place doesn’t come until after death, but a good place. I’ve been in some bad places and I’ve looked for answers, and suddenly the two-by-four came down and it all seemed so obvious. Now…now it’s more like a reminder to keep my life pointed in the right direction. It’s so easy to let school and friends and fun obscure everything else. Sometimes we need a reminder.

Have you ever read Ecclesiastes? I had before, but more with that forced interest that meant the words slithered across optic pathways, were translated, and promptly discarded. It’s why I hate reading for school assignments. But we discussed it today in class, and it suddenly connected. The words weren’t just ink on paper, but thoughts of someone from thousands of years ago. And they were true.

It’s an interesting book. “Meaningless! Meaningless! Everything is meaningless!” Hm. At first, it seems depressing. If everything is meaningless, what’s the point? Why do we struggle and strive and fight for something that, in the end, means nothing? Wisdom goes with you into the grave, leaving you with nothing. Money goes through the generations to be squandered. No amount of notoriety or fame helps you once you’re gone. You may be remember for a few years, but eventually all you are is a name, a collection of letters that used to be a person, but now is just a fact. How many pharaohs of Egypt can you name? Or emperors of Rome? Do you know who invented writing, something vitally key to everyday life? How many Nobel Peace Prize winners can you name? Sure, you can achieve fame. But generations fade your notoriety like waves against a cliff. Soon, there’s a dim impression. We know of Julius Caesar and Alexander the Great, but we don’t know them. All that is left is the shadowed outline of a figure in history.

That’s not the point of the book though. The point is that without God, without something higher, it all ends in death. Nothing you have will amount to anything. But, with God, there is a purpose. The seeking becomes towards his ends. And he can be sure they will prosper. It still ends in death, but that’s just the beginning. Toiling and seeking knowledge will make life difficult and wearisome. Rather, the final words issue a call. “Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole of man.” That’s it. Then, God gives good things. He gives wisdom and success. He gives friends and school and fun. The point of our lives is to live for God. That gives life meaning. Without God, it doesn’t matter what you do. It will end in death, it will end in nothing, it will end in meaninglessness.

But with God. With God it doesn’t end. Living here is just the first step to living the rest of our lives. So enjoy what you have, work towards what is beneficial for the LORD, and remember what the meaning of life really is. The rest falls into place, even if it isn’t perfect, or even always good. It has a purpose. God knows what he’s doing, and as long as you remember him, it will find it’s meaning. 

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