life is beautiful
I feel as thought I have been in a tornado for the past week or so. Not a big mean tornado or anything, but just a violent whirlwind. I feel like the everything has just been spinning around except me and the ground. Everything seems out of place and different, not by any large measure. It's like everything has just been picked up by this whirlwind and set down again slightly changed, in a new place, and with new light shining on it.
This past weekend I saw someone it is not ordinary for me to see. I enjoy this person. I think they are one of the few human beings I know who seems to enjoy not talking. Normally, I enjoy talking and find it easy to do so, but lately, I find it challenging to even carry on a conversation. I figure either this person understands, or they just don't like to talk all the time. Either way, I enjoy that about this person, I don't feel like I have to talk to keep him entertained. I can just drive, or ride, or sit and say nothing, and it seems to be ok with him.
This person did tell me one thing though that made me think. He told me that the things that make him happy are few and far between. I then asked myself what makes me happy. I was surprised I could come up with only a few things. How sad it is that I live in such a beautiful world and have trouble coming up with things that make me happy? I decided I would make a list. That way when I think about what makes me happy, I can look at my list and see that there are many enjoyable things that make life happy.
The first on my list shall be stars. I rode for a long time, listening to good music, to look at the stars. I arrived at my destination, and I think it was one of those moments I will remember the rest of my life. I was at a lake, that did not have choppy water, but calm and smooth water. There were no lights except the stars. There were no sounds except the water, the cars going by, and the sounds of rock skipping attempts. It is one of those times in life where I wondered how some people could not believe in God. For every house there is an architect, for every painting there is a painter, for every piece of clothing a designer, and for every book there is an author. How then could our universe, our world, and each person in it come into existence without a creator? God is our world's architect, painter, and designer. That's another topic though. My point is that I was aware of God right then, it was so evident he was right beside me holding my hand, that he was showing me that all is not lost and I must continue looking for what makes life beautiful.
1. Stars
2. Long Car Rides
3. Music
4. Silence
5. The many kind people in life
6. Kara Barnhouse
7. New cd's
This past weekend I saw someone it is not ordinary for me to see. I enjoy this person. I think they are one of the few human beings I know who seems to enjoy not talking. Normally, I enjoy talking and find it easy to do so, but lately, I find it challenging to even carry on a conversation. I figure either this person understands, or they just don't like to talk all the time. Either way, I enjoy that about this person, I don't feel like I have to talk to keep him entertained. I can just drive, or ride, or sit and say nothing, and it seems to be ok with him.
This person did tell me one thing though that made me think. He told me that the things that make him happy are few and far between. I then asked myself what makes me happy. I was surprised I could come up with only a few things. How sad it is that I live in such a beautiful world and have trouble coming up with things that make me happy? I decided I would make a list. That way when I think about what makes me happy, I can look at my list and see that there are many enjoyable things that make life happy.
The first on my list shall be stars. I rode for a long time, listening to good music, to look at the stars. I arrived at my destination, and I think it was one of those moments I will remember the rest of my life. I was at a lake, that did not have choppy water, but calm and smooth water. There were no lights except the stars. There were no sounds except the water, the cars going by, and the sounds of rock skipping attempts. It is one of those times in life where I wondered how some people could not believe in God. For every house there is an architect, for every painting there is a painter, for every piece of clothing a designer, and for every book there is an author. How then could our universe, our world, and each person in it come into existence without a creator? God is our world's architect, painter, and designer. That's another topic though. My point is that I was aware of God right then, it was so evident he was right beside me holding my hand, that he was showing me that all is not lost and I must continue looking for what makes life beautiful.
1. Stars
2. Long Car Rides
3. Music
4. Silence
5. The many kind people in life
6. Kara Barnhouse
7. New cd's