I am realizing something. Seriousness--dead seriousness--is incredibly scary.
I mean, it actually exists.
Most of the time, I see the world as a pretty entertaining place. I like walking through sunny Denver days, singing to myself. I people watch, smiling at the way humans react with each other. I develop hysterical inside jokes with friends on a daily basis. I take excessively long coffee breaks.
I enjoy life, for a surprising majority of the time. I look at folks who are constantly worried and stressed, and think, God. Please. Chill out.
Maybe they should calm down a little bit. But life is, indeed, slightly more than coffee breaks. In fact, there's a whole hell of a lot going on here.
Recently, I've been trying to wrap my mind around this whole...existence thing.
That's not exactly something I'd advise. I mean, good luck in trying to fit the entire universe into a human mind.
There are so many shockingly important questions out there. What are we doing here? What is the purpose of life? Is there a God? What the hell does he want from us? What was he thinking, making...me? What am I supposed to do with this whole life thing?
The answer isn't exactly found in a cup of coffee.
My typical response to difficult situations is to ignore them--to shrug my shoulders and tell myself that it will all just work itself out eventually.
Here's the cryptic question : Will it?
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One way or another.
Shit doesn’t just happen, and the ostriches at the zoo can fill you in on the benefits of hiding your head in the sand.
‘Chill out’, ‘Easy’, ‘Let it go’, ‘Deal with it’, all really great ways of telling ourselves that we can change our own hearts. I think they’re all unrealistic impossibilities. If I could change my own heart, I would never suffer the heartaches that life has presented.
I don’t accept my cross at all much less willingly. If I thought for an instant I could just ignore my cross and it would go away, I would. But much like the cross of the risen Savior, it does work out. One way or another, it will work out.
That’s what I fear the most – that my cross will work out differently then God’s ‘A’ plan, that in my total immature self deifying way it will work out ‘or another’ way, my way. I really believe there is only one way that God has ordained as right for me.
Serious and fun are not mutually exclusive terms. The feeling that they are is a seed of doubt and deceit planted by the devil. Your daily prayer asking God what He has in mind for the new present he has given you is the answer.
Might not sound so fancy, and it won’t fit the line of crap the world is selling, but an ER doctor told me it would work.
Just my opinion.
PEACE!J.R.
The question is not will any one thing work it self out, because all things move forward in time including death...the question is when or while it works it self out will it be good or bad?
In my opinion too much thinking doesn't do anyone any good. Those important questions shouldn't change how you live your life day-to-day.
Throw caution to the wind and do the impossible daily! At least... that's what I live by.
I think it always works out in the end, whether it works out the way one wants it to work out is a different story.
I agree with J.R. shit doesn't just happen. It's a constant struggle for me to see that when shit does happen that God had a purpose for it, and the devil knows exactly how to twist it to make it seem that God doesn't love me. It's a lie of course.
For some reason I'm reminded of the scene in the Lion King when Mufasa tells Simba "Run away and never come back". :p Running away just seems to delay the inevitable.
Interesting post by the way.
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