Do I find pleasure in self-destruction: doing harmful things to my body, testing its limits, with little or no regard to my health and well-being? It sounds so pitiful. Maybe one day I'll care as much as I should. God, give me a reason.

i know now why my grandmother likes to clean. well, i can only speak for myself, but it's an empowering feeling: sweeping, dusting, mopping, washing, (almost) vacuuming. it's a part of sustaining creation, rearranging matter, from chaos to order. i feel really good about myself right now.

of psalm 42

11 Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.

joni guys

Head to Heart

Salvation is not only of you mind, oh Phriend!
The King says his kingdom is not so far
the span of head to heart
So take joy!

the man you see and hear
who do you say that he is?

He's the King himself!

Follow him not and
Ten inches is just as far as a mile

the sun smells too loud

im currently updating my princeton review profile in order to help me with my search for a mfa program somewhere on this planet.

of all the eyes out there i could see none

Lately I've been struggling with trying to understand my contribution to eternity in this life. I've been thinking a lot about how I'm spending my time and what difference I'm really making in this world. Good things to think about I guess. Trying to be more carefree, I often discourage myself from thinking about things like that. People talk but I don't want to just talk. I don't want to grumble either; I want to be part of solutions.