Ways and Paths
I've not written a very good entry for awhile, so I figured I'd give it a shot.
Creative Writing Club seemed to have tanked on Monday; I was the only one besides the president to show up. It was a bitterly cold night, and I was hoping to hear from some fellow struggling wordsmiths, but alas only ended up sharing my experiences with the Towson English Club.
Interfaith Dialogue project is humming along... might even try and work more on that web site, along with the SOM...
I suppose I have a sort of innate idealistic bent about me, one that sees the world for what it is and what it could be. Yet at the same time, I have been dissapointed again and again by what I've found in my searches for others who feel as I do. There are people that dislike the state of things, yet are perfectly content with residing in their own world. I suppose I am guilty of this first of all; my world is rather cozy and warm, with lots of fireplaces and warm blankets to go stargazing under.
The other side is one of action -- something I can do, given my talents and what I've been presented. Many people seem to be bent on some charitable goal or other, but what is a truly worthy pursuit?
Answers I have discovered are many; here are a few:
1. Live life to the utmost -- love deeper, experience more and everything, take chances and have no regrets. Make friendships passionate affairs of souls and share more than time with others.
2. Explore and communicate with others, both to the future and from the past. Expand past the barriers of time through publication and make a lasting impression on the world's ideological fabric.
3. Believe -- For it is in the rationally held faith that all values can be negated, created, confirmed and conflated. Thus I live with a passionate faith in God -- Not some being of Christian, Jewish theology, though accessible through them. Instead it is the consciousness and awareness prevalent and the square root of self.
4. Never give up hope. I've been in dire straights -- some of which was a self-inflicted, others were intolorable and ultimately uncontrollable situations. But my desire to actualize, in some sense my own lifeworld and those dear to me is indefatigable.
So what now? What of the Society of Open Minds? Its my pet project, yet I don't know if I have the energy or focus to enlist the varied people who have expressed interest. Anqi, the young lady I met and mentioned before, seems more interested in lively discussion on any number of topics -- which I myself enjoy, but Amanda seems more interested in practical and tangibles. I suppose you cannot appeal to everyone, especially with such an amorphous endeavour.
The pragmatist in me screams out to make a decision one way or another -- To write stories like there's nothing else in the world, or to let the world wash over me like a shower of steel rain. Te ensconce myself from the injustices of the middle east, or to embrace the challenge of confronting fundamental incongruencies in world-views. I see in myself the nature of paradox, such that if someone were to ask me what am I about, I would be unable to give them a simple answer. It has always been so... but sometimes when I look at exactly what my time and personality are like today, they reveal something of what I had tried not to become so many years ago.
We must all choose our heroes and paths wisely. The ways are many, the destination our own.
Creative Writing Club seemed to have tanked on Monday; I was the only one besides the president to show up. It was a bitterly cold night, and I was hoping to hear from some fellow struggling wordsmiths, but alas only ended up sharing my experiences with the Towson English Club.
Interfaith Dialogue project is humming along... might even try and work more on that web site, along with the SOM...
I suppose I have a sort of innate idealistic bent about me, one that sees the world for what it is and what it could be. Yet at the same time, I have been dissapointed again and again by what I've found in my searches for others who feel as I do. There are people that dislike the state of things, yet are perfectly content with residing in their own world. I suppose I am guilty of this first of all; my world is rather cozy and warm, with lots of fireplaces and warm blankets to go stargazing under.
The other side is one of action -- something I can do, given my talents and what I've been presented. Many people seem to be bent on some charitable goal or other, but what is a truly worthy pursuit?
Answers I have discovered are many; here are a few:
1. Live life to the utmost -- love deeper, experience more and everything, take chances and have no regrets. Make friendships passionate affairs of souls and share more than time with others.
2. Explore and communicate with others, both to the future and from the past. Expand past the barriers of time through publication and make a lasting impression on the world's ideological fabric.
3. Believe -- For it is in the rationally held faith that all values can be negated, created, confirmed and conflated. Thus I live with a passionate faith in God -- Not some being of Christian, Jewish theology, though accessible through them. Instead it is the consciousness and awareness prevalent and the square root of self.
4. Never give up hope. I've been in dire straights -- some of which was a self-inflicted, others were intolorable and ultimately uncontrollable situations. But my desire to actualize, in some sense my own lifeworld and those dear to me is indefatigable.
So what now? What of the Society of Open Minds? Its my pet project, yet I don't know if I have the energy or focus to enlist the varied people who have expressed interest. Anqi, the young lady I met and mentioned before, seems more interested in lively discussion on any number of topics -- which I myself enjoy, but Amanda seems more interested in practical and tangibles. I suppose you cannot appeal to everyone, especially with such an amorphous endeavour.
The pragmatist in me screams out to make a decision one way or another -- To write stories like there's nothing else in the world, or to let the world wash over me like a shower of steel rain. Te ensconce myself from the injustices of the middle east, or to embrace the challenge of confronting fundamental incongruencies in world-views. I see in myself the nature of paradox, such that if someone were to ask me what am I about, I would be unable to give them a simple answer. It has always been so... but sometimes when I look at exactly what my time and personality are like today, they reveal something of what I had tried not to become so many years ago.
We must all choose our heroes and paths wisely. The ways are many, the destination our own.