Friday, December 30, 2011
As I remarked on Twitter (I really should make fewer purely personal posts on Twitter, they tend to be well, a little lame, or at least irrelevant to those who dwell on Twitter, least by my calculus of interest, but it is hard to resist the temptation, I could elaborate on this quite a bit, but I don't feel like it), my trip to India is coming to an end, and it was less than I may have hoped for, but well more than good enough.
That's life most of the time. It's a fact that's not often appreciated enough, at least I don't (see this is what the personal Twitter posts lack, a meandering introspective rant loosely connected to personal events). I can cite opportunities missed, imperfect aspects of my life, but all and all I have it pretty good, and things could very well be otherwise.
I have good friends, good family, and a good God who loves me, that's a pretty good life.
But even though this makes discontent unnecessary, discontent is not necessarily a bad thing. I can do better, I can do more, and I think I ought to, I think... although I am not sure of this, I think God has more planned for me, that is, I think God has plans to make me a better me which would do good stuff in His name, etc., etc., etc.
Now that I've gone well past sentimental, let me continue. My stated goal for my trip in India was to spend time with my grandmother (my Umachi - people have told me that Umachi should be spelled with an "A" in front, but I prefer the "U" and I'm contrarian that way), visit family, relax, write some, work on a family tree website, other stuff, and ultimately spiritual renewal.
Spiritual renewal... I feel a little closer to God, I suppose I feel I am more energized and determined to do God's work (that sounds more grandiouse than it is, and while I do enjoy dabbling in the grandiouse, I feel anything done keeping the service of God in mind, I have and will elaborate on this elsewhere). But do I feel that full sense of spiritual renewal that I've felt during other trips to India. No, not really. Ultimately this is my fault, I did not take enough opportunity to pray or read the Bible. That is something I need to correct in my life.
Writing... I did a little, not very much though. Again, not as much as in other trips. It's not so much writer's block as... sloth? Maybe, maybe a fear of writing (I'll go into this elsewhere) coupled with an inadequate sense of purpose and drive.
I did get some of my to-do list done. I worked on some websites I wanted to work on, sent some emails that I wanted to send, talked to people more than I have been lately. So overall I built up a little more momentum in my life toward doing the things I want to do. And I did spend a lot of time with my grandmother and with my family, and even though I often did not understand the language of my family members, I tried to treat them with love. In deepening my love of family, in that aspect, I did achieve a degree of spiritual renewal, for I believe God dewells in love (I say that in the poetic sense, the theological dimensions of this, I'll leave to St. Paul). Perhaps it's best I didn't go into overdrive and go deeply into a dozen different projects. Doing so has not served me well in the past, over-commitment has usually been prelude to the fall, perhaps because I commit the sin of pride in imagining I can do everything, often not trusting God to take care of the world, instead trying to grapple with it on my shoulders.
So a good trip, not a perfect one, but a very good trip.
But there was a question hanging over it, one which I must grapple with. When am I going to get married? But that is perhaps better left for a different post.
By the way, Mery Christmas and Happy New Year! (I link here to a rendition of "Auld Lang Syne" (By the way, this video seems to repeat the song, and although it's a terrific performance and the video itself has a bunch of factoids about the song, you may want to cut out after the first 4 min or so) - which is apparently based on a poem by Robert Burns which can be found here - http://www.carols.org.uk/auld_lang_syne_burns.htm).
So take it to your head, take it to your heart, and remember Rand rocks. Goodnight Folks!
And God Bless.
Friday, December 16, 2011
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Sunday, December 4, 2011
I find myself in an odd funk.
The essentials of my life are satisfactory - job, family, friends (though I admit I do not treat my friends as well as I ought). The extremities of my life - romance, projects, creativity - here - here is the problem.
I suppose I could take it as simply a classic case of You can't always get what you want, and in this case it does seem if I try I can find I get what I need.
But what is a human being, if he only seeks what he needs? And should not my reach exceed my grasp?
Which leaves me with two dilemmas boiling in my mind.
How should I feel about this?
I've often wondered to what extent does dissatisfaction serve as a driver. To what extend does it serve to aggravate the infirmities of my mind? To what degree does it cause me to use unnecessarily long words? Also, doom.
Essentially, is discontent needed for change or is it merely an irritant to the soul?
Answer, I dunno, stuff and such. Maybe a little bit of column A, a little bit of column B, or maybe rather if other things were more aligned in my mind, discontent would be unnecessary. All and all, I'm leaning toward no-ish (that is unnecessary-ish).
And then we come to question number two. And this is I think a more common conflict than I give myself credit for, how to translate the ideas and desires of the mind to action?
How can the willing spirit overcome the weak flesh?
To be honest, some people have the issue to a greater degree, some to a lesser, and as for me... I have traditionally not done well in this regard.
So the answer is, err... I really don't know. Stuff and more such. Also, doom. What I can say, at least until I come up with a better answer, is that overcoming the combination of sloth, fear, inertia and anxiety that prevents me from doing what I want, that sort of triumph, becomes easier the more you achieve it. And so I will try to make small wins, and let them build on each other, till the big wins become easier, or at least let the small wins do some good in themselves.
That being said, I really, really, would like a short-cut in this regard.
But in the end, this too belongs to God, and to God's hands I must trust my fate. I must trust in the plans the Lord has for me even if I cannot see them now. For in the end, God knows the best path far better than I.
So take it to your head, take it to your heart, and remember Rand rocks. Goodnight folks!
And God Bless.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
I have a uncertain belief in a certain general idea of what shape that person should be. Someone who writes regularly. A husband. A father. In time...
But while this may be childish, and perhaps sacrilegious, I can't help but feel some frustration that I am not there yet. I realize this semi-destiny/fulfillment is something given through experience and time, but still the waiting...
As the man said, the waiting is the hardest part
So take it to your head, take it to your heart and remember Rand rocks! Goodnight Folks!
And God Bless.