Today something happened that i did not expect to happen.
My mom texted me.
Granted she isn’t the best at texting. Yes she can text. The focus isn’t her texting me but what she said to me.
A little background. My parents are immigrants living here for about 25 years now. For the most part they have grown accustom to this culture but are heavily rooted in there European traditions. Of course they are strict at not forgetting their language and have struggled to accept English into their everyday life. For some that is really hard to believe, and yes there are a lot of people living today who don’t speak English at home… that would be my parents.
When finally my mom got a smart phone, she slowly began to explore the different features…aka texting.
Which brings me to today. As i sat in a Starbucks catching up on some work after an interview, my phone vibrates.
Mom: “Jason what nues?” (translation: “how was the interview?”)
Me: “Went well”
Mom: “Start working? When?????” (over excessive on the question marks mother!)
Me: “I don’t know mom… It’s an interview they will call me if i got the job.”
Mom: “Good luck. Let’s pray harder.”
Maybe to some people this might be just a regular response but to me this hit home. Now its not only a congrats but a motivation.
This really hit home. Makes you think.
How we forget that not only should we pray before a big event but also pray after. How much greater do we show God that we are relying on him to follow through with our daily decision to move mountains in our lives. Whether you are about to take a test and are praying your butt off to get an A to praying after you take it, showing God how much you really want that A.
We should take it as a lesson, how valuable it is to pray before and after something crucial in our lives. Not only does it show maturity in our faith but our need for assistance through and through.
"Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as i have breath!" Psalms 116:2
This isn’t a blatant dogma that people always repeat, but the truth. If you want to achieve something, you need to take considerable amount of time to think over exactly what you are dealing with, and if it is what you want to really do. On the other hand, effort is orchestrating the knowledge that you are gaining in order to benefit your success. Not everything that we learn right away is used, but somehow later on in life we seem to realize that everything that we study becomes a benefactor in some shape or form. The problem with today’s society is the propaganda of quick gratification, or the copout as I call it. Take for instance math; When some people see “x” they automatically freak out or inversely they question, “why do we need to know this?” and “how is this helping me now?
But that is our golden problem.
The now is only subjective to how much we have learned. To change the now we have to rigorously avoid deviating or coping out. As we face a challenge we should struggle, that is how we elude the comfort of just knowing, and embrace the many faces of change. As we sit and study the many possibilities of “x,” and try every problem to see if it fails, that is when we grow… thus becoming more successful. Those who “copout” are in fact, afraid to think. To be quite frank, many people are like-minded. In that sense, they feel that if they don’t need it now they don’t need to put effort into thinking about it. Now I’m not saying that it is mandatory to study all things or that the Internet is the best resource of edifice, the moral here, is that the hard things in life often times are substituted by the gratification of the here and now. The mindset: “I’d rather think of the many colors I see rather than do calculus”, has become somewhat of an obsession in our culture. We are all brainwashed into thinking that engineering is “a very hard field” and could be almost unattainable unless you are a genius. That is exactly how the middle class has succumbed to their lack of intelligence. This, is the real struggle of the school system, in which society perplexes the hard things in life to be elite and genius-esque. If only schools taught a class on determination. Maybe even on the history of human independence; the sort regarding humanities courage, success, and dedication, rather than learning its many failures.
Everyone agrees that war is somewhat an unavoidable human failure. I might be preaching positivity but teaching these generations about failure only teaches them exactly that - how to fail. Some can argue reverse psychology, although history can prove otherwise. I may come off cynical to the success of humanity. Nevertheless the urge isn’t history and school but more so the ability to work out the tough problems and really not give in to copout.
“"As long as you are proud you cannot know God. A proud man is always looking down on thing and people: and, of course, as long as you are looking down you cannot see something that is above you." - C.S. Lewis”—
About a week and a half ago I turned off my computer, picked up my guitar, and wrote an entire song in under an hour. From scratch. A whole song. A decent song. Maybe a first draft, but still, a song. I then proceeded to write melodies and chords for some lyrics that I’d been sitting on for a…
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Two PM. Stumble into the living room holding the blanket, while the jazz quartet on the radio sways your steps. There is no place like the living room couch. Close to the window, enough to let in the faint light from the waning day. There is a subtle sadness, mostly a deep regret. A chorus heard far away in your head. The piano swoons each note tossing you from here to… well wherever your mind wonders off. Such a quaint reality, dowsed in sudden sadness. Although, not so much as despair. A more thoughtful feeling of failure and mishap, all overshadowed by the trumpet blazing; tooting how the world is a fickle thing. Your eyes suddenly roll back and there is sleep to be had. But not just yet. You hold your breathe. The guitar swoops up the scale. Flashing before your eyes is all the insecurities of love. The cherished moments so desired yet so feared. Like all say, love is a mystery and mysteries mostly turned to thrillers - At least we can hope for the good kinds. For now, we peruse the very moments that take up our day and drift us into dreamland, that can take us all away.
Something about the sun
When it hits your hands and illuminates the ground
A cleansing force taking away your past and only giving you a glimpse of the future
Where the planets moved when you walked
and your heart loved when you talked
Where every heart was a soul
And every piece was made whole
Even mornings rose in dew
Even evenings faded in the light
Drawn aback we feel the heat
a sting of present succumbs the future
A strike of pain let’s out it’s fury
No we can’t escape our now
But only dream in a hurry
I slow down, let the tide creep over my feet. Some sense of relief. It feels so far that I’ve been lost for many seasons. Yea, i think I’ve done some things right and mostly wrong but after a while you realize that your footsteps are all that follow you. All along you wondered and fought only to find it was yourself you were fighting. The very foundations of your development. Now you’ve found your buttons and decide every time if you should push them or not. Life just all of a sudden becomes real. Death and failure is always creeping up to your doorstep. Your bigger now, you tell yourself. Your only fear is losing ground. Forward and nowhere else. The past doesn’t change but you have totally remodeled. Yea those people can say what they want but your not interested. Your plans don’t include those who whisper fear. Strength grows gently in your soul. Your a bigger man you already know. So you let down your walls and claim your success where defeat laid barren the land of promise.
Water glistened on the pavement. April never lied about its love for rain. But today seemed unusually humid and the fog rolled in, as the clock struck five passed six. Peter cursed as the vines from the roses dug deeper into his skin. He was in the alleyway between 1st and Main, caught in the vines of a venomous patch of roses. Fatigue settled over as Peter drifted into a daze.
He suddenly heard himself talking to himself. As he opened his eyes the area had changed into a cold medieval hallway with a table covered with delicious sweets. Chained to the wall he began to think.
It feels like its been weeks since I ate and my stomach grumbles like a hungry bear. Tempted by the sweet frosting and chocolate under a rich red strawberry, Peter figured he would take a chance. He starred, anxious, as if time had slowed down to torment his growing desires.
As Peter wrestled with his thoughts, the wood panels from underneath him began to creek with slow thuds from across the hall.
There is no way out, Peter worried.
The shadow grew bigger as a slim figure creeped through the darkness. Her voice shook every muscle in his body.
“Do you remember my name,” she whispered.
Why did I put myself up to this! She’s too strong and my will is so weak. I just want a bite. Oh but the consequences. I can do this! I have to!
Peter’s heart raced from fear. He could not want no more or care no less. He never wanted his life to end like this.
In the blink of an eye, she was pressed up against his trembling body as she whispered in his ear, “I am Desire.”
"To hell with this strife, my nickers of a bell doth toil with the literary vision of you! Clean up and wash your trousers!"
Shouts coming from the kitchen were brutal but my mother, or the thought of her being my mother, was a burden I had to bear for the time being. So many different sequences of events I have broken, only I do know that this world was just as crucial as the other.
Breaking free from the bunker I headed down the stairs to face the giant… The so called Red Pirate.