I truly have the deepest appreciation and respect for government. It's a brilliant institution that builds a nation, feeds and teaches; it shelters its people, leads them by the hand, and is arguably the parent of society.
But politics, the tainted government dealings that are controlled by the inherent failures of humanity--I have very little respect for that.
For the most part, I stay silent in political discussions, even with some of my dearest friends. Opinions are fickle creatures, you see. Depending on their nature, they can poison the mind and fill the heart with pride. Often times, when threatened by the enemy, it morphs into a violent predator, unaware of its own strength and size. It can sabotage its herd and strip the pureness of its habitat.
Opinions are a dangerous species. And frankly, I'm unfortunate to have enough of them wrecking havoc in my life without the political kind becoming a factor.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
Small Fish, Bigger Ponds
A pond, a lake, and the ocean; which do we live in?
It's a question I was posed with this week and am still racking my brain in trying to answer it. In the midst of ending one career path to journey upon another, I was asked one common and questioning cliche:
I'd be lying if I said it isn't something I thought about, but I never thought it'd be something I'd have to answer to.
It's a question I was posed with this week and am still racking my brain in trying to answer it. In the midst of ending one career path to journey upon another, I was asked one common and questioning cliche:
"Would you rather be the big fish in a small pond or get lost in the ocean?"
I'd be lying if I said it isn't something I thought about, but I never thought it'd be something I'd have to answer to.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Cross It Off the Bucket List
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| St. Ignatius Catholic Church in San Francisco, CA |
Having said that, it's an awakening to take a step back into the past and realize how far I've come in these past few years--specifically to realize how much I've changed. The 18 year old girl who first stepped into this church is no where near the one stepping in it today. But I suppose that's one of life's own artistic wonders created by the master painter himself...allowing Him to finish one part of the painting so that we can take a step back to look at the full masterpiece.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Why I've Decided Not To Get My Master's Degree (For Now)
We all have that one question that we dread answering.
It's the eye-rolling question, or the "eye-flutter," as some of my friends would say. The one thing you'd rather not have to answer, or better yet, the one thing you'd rather not have someone ask you.
The worst part of it all is that you know it's coming--you can feel it--you can sense it. Its silent steps seem to slither into almost every casual conversation, no matter the person. It's not that your hatred of the subject is the root of your never-ending annoyance and dislike; it's the inevitable expectations, programmed from predictable societal standards, that carve loathing irritation into your heart.
So, what's mine, you ask? Six simple words; one complex assumption.
The worst part of it all is that you know it's coming--you can feel it--you can sense it. Its silent steps seem to slither into almost every casual conversation, no matter the person. It's not that your hatred of the subject is the root of your never-ending annoyance and dislike; it's the inevitable expectations, programmed from predictable societal standards, that carve loathing irritation into your heart.
So, what's mine, you ask? Six simple words; one complex assumption.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Jerusalem, Christmas Trimmings and a New Year
After surviving the end of the world, living through 2012, rejoicing in our Savior's birth and returning to Jerusalem, it's time to take a stab at this neglected blog thing yet again.
So...where do I begin?
At the end of every year, (2009, 2010 and 2011) I tend to look back and reflect on the past lessons I've learned and the new person I've become. Time never ceases to teach me the simple lessons I seem to overlook with ignorance and stubbornness at one point or another. And so, at the end of 2012, there's one thing that time, my fickle friend and bitter enemy, has taught me most of all:
I know absolutely nothing about anything.
I've loved with all that I could and lost more than I wanted; I've grown incredibly close to new friends and created distance between old ones; I've pushed my career further than ever before and lost sight of more important arenas in my life. I've done more and lost more and had no idea what I was doing the whole time. I knew absolutely nothing about my life--and still don't. I just like to pretend that I do.
Point of the story and/or blog post: If you asked me one year ago, "Where is life going to take you this year," I would have failed miserably attempting to answer correctly.
So...where do I begin?
At the end of every year, (2009, 2010 and 2011) I tend to look back and reflect on the past lessons I've learned and the new person I've become. Time never ceases to teach me the simple lessons I seem to overlook with ignorance and stubbornness at one point or another. And so, at the end of 2012, there's one thing that time, my fickle friend and bitter enemy, has taught me most of all:
I know absolutely nothing about anything.
I've loved with all that I could and lost more than I wanted; I've grown incredibly close to new friends and created distance between old ones; I've pushed my career further than ever before and lost sight of more important arenas in my life. I've done more and lost more and had no idea what I was doing the whole time. I knew absolutely nothing about my life--and still don't. I just like to pretend that I do.
Point of the story and/or blog post: If you asked me one year ago, "Where is life going to take you this year," I would have failed miserably attempting to answer correctly.
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