the beauty of a thought lies in the fact that

it is a gift of human existence

the greater the simplicity of a thought

the greater truth it holds

With eyes closed, you walk down a familiar path,

a path you walk down every single day.

The subdued sound of gravel crunching and grinding at the bottom of your feet, with the bitter smell of burnt oak and sweet poplar lingering in the air.

You suddenly stop and listen,

All is quiet around you.

There is not a sound.

You first hear her as she moves between the branches of trees,

embracing the leaves.

Then you see the trees sway to and fro, as she passes them by.

Finally she surrounds you.

All at once you are embraced by her and at her mercy.

She tempts you with the songs that she sings,

and the smells that she portrudes.

Among all things in this world, her song is the most beautiful.

The sounds, the smell, and the feeling of her embrace prepares you for the death of a dear old friend named Summer,

... and the lukewarm salutation of the Fall.

Deny yourself... you are nothing.

Submit yourself to him... because your life is in his hands.

I've said that "the moment you give up, you fail." But now I realize I was wrong... it's more like the moment you give up... his work begins, because the hardest thing is letting go, and when you have let go and swallowed your pride... that's when the real fun begins.

When you become nothing... he becomes everything.

True happiness is not in the fulfillment of one's dreams, because dreams (as harsh as it may sound) may simply be reflections of one's own greed. True happiness is in seeing that you are doing what you were made for... you are doing something you were born to do. That being the glorification of him.

Do not forget the love that is ever present in your heart, because in the moment you forget the source from which your life was derived... you die.


Today I saw a newborn baby... one of the sunday school teachers from our church brought into this world a wonderful baby boy. As I gazed at this new life as it lay in it's mother's arm... I found a strange sense of humility coming upon me. I realized that there are so many beautiful things in this world that I have yet to experience; but, I knew that they would not even compare to the beauty of the love that had, has and will have for me. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

Here I am... take me.

Somewhere in the deep, down and dirty process of life... is a system.

We've all been exposed to the idea of entropy while sitting through our requisite beginning high school science class (drooling from boredom and all).

Entropy [def] The tendency for all matter in the universe to "evolve" toward a state of innate uniformity.

When one observes the "welcoming" mess that can be called "my room", the first thought that probably potentiates in one's head would be, "How can any human being live in such a hole?" My response to such a comment would be, "there's a system kemosabi... a system."

All that I have done, accomplished and importantly, not accomplished in my life is a testament to the beautiful disorder that is my life. Simply put, "it ain't pretty, but it works"... so, "if it ain't broken, don't fix it."

Hahaha... Pathetic isn't it?

But how can one discourage happiness? I percieve happiness in the farce that plays out everyday in my life and the world around me. Even though there are a lot of things that need fixing (inside and out), like any good westcoast citizens, "I'll save that thought for pondering after a few cups of americano".

It seems as if I only write about "me" all the time on this thing. It's about sure time that detach from my self-centeredness and write about other people for a change. Reply back on how you guys are doing and what's currently tickling your fancy or not.

Anyhoozie, I'm going to eat my fill of dinner now. No third servings this time... the toliet's been hating me alot these days... I can understand it's feelings all too well.

If not for beauty... what do we have in this world to admire and adore.

If not for passion... what can quench the burning hearts of the young that seek to "become the change they wish to see on the earth their feet are firmly planted upon.

If not for faith... can we see beyond our own shortcomings and strive for the purpose of our existence.

If not for hope... what will wipe the tears from our eyes and fill them with determination.

If not for love... for what reason do we have in continuing this farce we call life?

It starts from your toes. Moving slowly up your legs, through your hips, and then your stomach. It lingers in your stomach for a bit and finally moves to your heart.

The feeling that everything will... eventually be alright.

We are ALL living beautiful days. Days that will never occur again for as longs as time is constant and true. There will never again be another day called June 30th, 2004. It may seem as if my words are meandering around the cliche of "living for the day"... lying down on your bed and doing absolutely nothing isn't that bad, sometimes we may even need those times. I guess I'm trying to invoke a little bit of guilt, by saying that this day will never come again... and that so much can be accomplished in a day, that lives can be changed in a day.

Something as simple as a day... something we take for granted... can and will... change us forever.

once again... meandering digression.

The next time you're outside and if it happens to be a beautiful day such as the one we're living today, close your eyes for one moment and remove yourself from the beauty that surrounds you.

You will see the light from the sun dancing before you...

You're seeing wonderful colours that you've never dreamed seeing through closed eyes.

Shades of light red and blue, some yellow and maybe even some green.

Now open your eyes and observe the world around you.

If even what we see is so beautiful with our eyes closed... how unimaginably beautiful is the world we perceive outside of ourselves?

One does not realize the potential of beauty that exists in life, until it has been taken away...