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ConstellationsEvery night it was the same; they would lay a towel large enough for the two of them in the backyard, turn off all of the lights and lie down just in time to see the sunset and the stars rise.
Every night he would turn to her, point out a different constellation and tell her the story or legend behind each one. In turn she pointed out unidentified constellations where the stars resembled shapes of events that happened in their past.
Every night they found old, and new, constellations.
CalculationsFor him, everything was carefully calculated. The amount of steps he took to get to class maintained a constant count, and the amount of time allotted for homework was exactly 3 hours, 2 minutes and 29 seconds everyday.
When he attended football games, he predicted exactly where the ball would land before it even peaked. While everyone cheered because of an out for the other team, he sat still as though it were just another moment in life.
For him, all of life was precise to the finest detail.
Even in love, he moved as though every move and detail had a number or letter attached to it.
With You"Every time there's a hypothetical situation, you create a new parallel world. For example, we're at the stop light right now, but in another we could be past it, approaching it, or not even on the road.
"In one world you're driving and I'm a girl, or you're a guy in the passenger seat, or we're both girls or both guys and we're both driving our own trucks." He turned the wheel and accelerated as the light switched to green.
Yeah... and in another world we're together, she thought as conversation fell silent on the highway.
Last OneHe turned to her and asked, "Would you be mine if I were the last guy on Earth?" She thought for a moment before she replied.
"No, you're way before that."
The Corner of First and MainIf you walk down the street one day, and go to the corner of First and Main, you'll find a homeless man sitting against the building with his hands cupped in front of his bent legs as though asking for loose change.
A penny, a nickel, he won't take those. No, not even the quarter or dollar bill that you found three blocks away on your way to work. If you try to hand him those he'll shake his head and say, "I won't take your money, but I'll take your beliefs. What's life to you? What's important, and what's not? I have a question for you, one dressed in a suit. Which is more important, your love or your job? Of two important values, which do you value more: the money that keeps your life steady, or the love that moves it along?"
While pondering that thought he smiles and says, "It's not an answer you'll find right away. This is the kind of question you have to wait for it to come true. Only then will you find what you'll really do."
The twenty that you were saving for that daily morning
Wishful Thinking.There are days her eyes droop and she looks at the ground as he whispers in her ear. "It'll be better in time." And strokes her hair as though all the hurt would simply disappear.
There are days her keyboard stares back at her while a friend talks to her over instant messaging. "This will all be easier in time." In the end, they both know it simply might not.
Then there are days that follow each other, where smiles and laughter are all that she's surrounded by.
And there are days that she wishes he could do the same for days at a time.
Clock IIThere's a clock that sits on the wall, the numbers clear from miles away, the steady ticking sounds audible in even a train crash right next to it.
It's a difficult thing for anyone to ignore, but somehow you're doing an incredibly revolutionary job of avoiding the clock every day.
ClockThe clock on that wall on the other side of the room ticks in my ear, and it's just a constant reminder that the end is just another second closer to arriving. Yet you stand there with oblivion surrounding you, unaware of the impending end.
Maybe you can't hear the clock, and that may as well be my fault for I've never told you that it's mounted on that wall for as long as anyone can remember. On the same argument, maybe it's also your fault for you've never taken the time to consider the existence of the clock that ticks on the other side of the room.
But maybe being aware of the clock just makes all of our problems known.
Sense of SmellWhenever she slid into the bed at one in the morning, he knew she had been on the rooftop; he could smell the night sky on her skin, and the nicotine on her lips. He knew when she snuck out to the library; the smell of slowly molding papers and aged pages stuck on her skin and clothes.
When he caught the smells of packaged microwave popcorn, fresh nail polish, and romantic movies, he knew she had been lazing at a friend's house for the day. Sometimes she came home with floral scents as attachments, and he knew that she had spent an hour too long in the garden section of Wal-Mart again.
She smelled of varying things, from the night to the flowers; her taste, however, remained the same. It would always be her, the nicotine, and the blankets beneath them.
Where Art Thou, Purity? (A Thought on Good Friday)
As I sit here at 2:50 AM on April 18, 2014— the morning of Good Friday— I am called to remember Jesus Christ's sacrifice for us. That He bled and died so that when each of us faced our Judgment Day, we could hear the Almighty Judge hand down a verdict of "not guilty" for all of the sins that we have committed is simply overwhelming. No man comes to the Father except through the sacrifice and blood of Christ, but it seems that much— in fact, most— of the world has turned their backs on Him. The fact of the matter is that people enjoy reveling in their sin and they enjoy not having an eternal authority figure to answer to. They are of the mindset that if they don't believe in any "God," then they don't have to pay any eternal consequences because if God doesn't exist, then neither do said consequences. That could not be further from the truth. The truth is that whether or not you believe in or submit to the Will of God, the consequences of such b
Right NowWhere to start,at the beginning i would imagine
The trick is for me to stay in a place where i know when to let what starts actually have an ending
To not hold on,to let things take its course and at some point
to be in a moment,good or bad,and to know its going to come to an end is so freeing
It has been the most loving thing i have ever done for myself
To accept that simple truth
I have tried to bend it,manipulate it,work around it,and even those actions eventually come to an end
And thats when it hit me
Whatever happens,tragedy,triumph,they are just moments to be in
More importantly,i have to remember to allow them to pass
Not to stay stuck in something that is over
Or i will never grow
I will never learn
I will never see what is next,because i will be to busy worrying about what just happened
and what just happened is over
everything that happened is over,it happened already
So the question i always ask myself is,whats happening right now........
The Authority of the BelieversThe subject of Christian authority is one that is often misunderstood because of the lack of firm and solid Biblical teaching on the matter. And as a result, people tend to gravitate to one extreme view or the other on this very important topic. On the one side, there are those who totally shy away from their Biblical authority altogether; and on the other, there are those who claim power and authority beyond that which has been legitimately delegated to us as Christians.
One of the most astounding teachings in the Bible is about the Christian's authority in the spiritual realm, which ultimately affects what we see in earth's natural realm. Unfortunately, for many years this concept has been ignored, and only in very recent times has it once again gotten the attention of the Church.
What is authority?
According to the Oxford dictionary, authority is "The power or right to give orders, make decisions, and enforce obedience:" or "The right to act in a spe
Just As He Said (Resurrection In Your Daily Life)
It is 5:40 PM on Easter Sunday 2014 as I sit down to do this writing project. Over-commercialization and humanity's insatiable desire for money has turned this holiday into a day of marshmallow peeps, chocolate bunnies, and brightly colored eggs, but Christians everywhere do their best to ensure that this day is kept holy and to honor it with their family traditions despite talk of a giant fictional rabbit who sneaks into the homes of children and leaves them candy in little baskets. You see, the true meaning of this holiday is far from fictional and is quite different than the traditional order of events that take place in this world. This holiday begins with death and ends with life.
Jesus Christ was 33 years old when it came time for Him to fulfill the purpose that He was sent to Earth to fulfill. On Good Friday 1,981 years ago, He suffered, bled, and died the death that all of us, being the sinners that we are, deserved to die ourselves. He took our place on the cross
The SpotlightEaster Sunday, 1993, Bernhard Langer won the Master golf tournament. As he stepped off the 18th green to receive the green jacket-one of golf’s most coveted prizes-a reporter said, “This must be the greatest day of your life!” Without missing a beat, Langer replied: “It’s wonderful to win the greatest tournament in the world, but it means more to win on Easter Sunday-to celebrate the resurrection of my Lord and Savior.”
Langer had an opportunity to boast about himself, but instead he turned the spotlight on Jesus Christ. It’s exactly what Paul was talking about when he said, “We also rejoice [boast] in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have no received the reconciliation” (Romans 5:11).
It’s easy to look for ways to draw attention to our own accomplishments, making mental lists of this that are “cool” about ourselves. Even Paul admitted that he has a lot to brag about-but he considered all of it
T.I.P Thoughts 009With our morals declining and factions pulling us apart it becomes apparent that a wake-up call is required for society. We go to wars in the name of religions that at their very core tells us not to harm each other. We create laws based on the ideals of others yet do nothing in society to help people abide by those laws. Laws are there to protect us and punish the bad but obliviously this isn't working as crime runs rampant. Which comes back to my point that our morals are failing us. We take what we want. We do what we want with little regard to others. We consume without replenishing. We are a plague on this world. We need to change.
I am not saying I have the solution as I am but a man and man is fallible and can be vilified but how does one promote change in the world. I wrote a piece in my other DA account which keeps coming back to me as something that actually has merit. What would the world be like if ALL follow
Anthropomorphicise ThisAnthropomorphicise this
As huemanity developed, the concept of the Eternal Almighty was over-rationalized, not only to the point of Christianity/Judaism or Scientology, but simply to tell the hueman mind, to placate it, that the Divine Force is not something truly alien. This world was made for consumers and posturists. The age now, only compounds that age-old desire for the Housewife to be secured by the Matriarch.
65. HorrorWith a title of "Horror," you would expect me to write something of sterotypical horror; the gore and violence, or even zombies or ghosts, that the population's mind is predominantly set to when they hear "horror."
No, its none of those, I'm sorry to say; but I shall speak of the horror of loneliness surrounding you, while the world around you binds together.
How would that be, for horror in life? How often do we come along loneliness and take it with much disdain? More than we encounter zombies I should think.
Some are taken by this horror much more than others; and I for one start to wonder what happens later on down the road if they let it affect them. I always wonder what happens: do they continue to live by themselves in this world, or do they eventually grow out of it, and move on from the past?
It scares me sometimes, to realize that some of the people close to me, are haunted by this everyday of their lives, having to live in their own world, alone.
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