This is your life, are you who you want to be???
"Yesterday is a kid in the corner,
Yesterday is dead and over
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed
it would be..."
~Switchfoot~
There is something about livejournal, something about being able to sneak into people's lives and read personal things that they would not usually share with me out loud. It is almost a window to a forbidden room. A room that verbally we so rarely enter, and yet, in written word, we allow the whole world to read. Today, after reading my friend's entries, it is hard not to feel honored to be a part of this world. The excitement in getting to hear about new loves, old jobs, secret problems, and endless growth. It is here that lies the secret to humanity; the innermost thoughts of others. The cries, the whispers, the jokes, that we long to say aloud, but have withheld ourselves from the possible embarassment. Instead, we carefully choose a clever name like 'Ange44' and begin to record our lives for the rest of humanity to see. No boundaries...no expectations...a place where everyone admits to being vulnerable. If only life imitated art rather than the other way around.
As I was sitting in the pickup line at the camp of the little boy I babysit, I was watching some teenaged counselors sitting on a bench. At that moment, worlds away from what they were currently experiencing, I realized how sad it is that adults lose that part of themselves in the process of getting older. Putting all melodrama aside, how many times do you see 5 or 6 adults squished onto a bench, swinging their legs, laughing, with arms around each other? Last time I checked, almost never. Just a thought.
Confession time...I went and saw the new Mandy Moore movie today. It really wasn't that good, but it served its purpose of putting me into a mushy mood indefinitely. Suddenly everyone seems to be surrounded by love...and all the while, God seems to want me to perfect singlehood.
Babysitting calls.
I head back to New York on Saturday.
Yesterday is dead and over
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything that you dreamed
it would be..."
~Switchfoot~
There is something about livejournal, something about being able to sneak into people's lives and read personal things that they would not usually share with me out loud. It is almost a window to a forbidden room. A room that verbally we so rarely enter, and yet, in written word, we allow the whole world to read. Today, after reading my friend's entries, it is hard not to feel honored to be a part of this world. The excitement in getting to hear about new loves, old jobs, secret problems, and endless growth. It is here that lies the secret to humanity; the innermost thoughts of others. The cries, the whispers, the jokes, that we long to say aloud, but have withheld ourselves from the possible embarassment. Instead, we carefully choose a clever name like 'Ange44' and begin to record our lives for the rest of humanity to see. No boundaries...no expectations...a place where everyone admits to being vulnerable. If only life imitated art rather than the other way around.
As I was sitting in the pickup line at the camp of the little boy I babysit, I was watching some teenaged counselors sitting on a bench. At that moment, worlds away from what they were currently experiencing, I realized how sad it is that adults lose that part of themselves in the process of getting older. Putting all melodrama aside, how many times do you see 5 or 6 adults squished onto a bench, swinging their legs, laughing, with arms around each other? Last time I checked, almost never. Just a thought.
Confession time...I went and saw the new Mandy Moore movie today. It really wasn't that good, but it served its purpose of putting me into a mushy mood indefinitely. Suddenly everyone seems to be surrounded by love...and all the while, God seems to want me to perfect singlehood.
Babysitting calls.
I head back to New York on Saturday.