Bowl of Oranges

The rain had started tapping
On the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreaming
So I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide
And already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been

So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different
Completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings
Even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet

And I came upon a doctor
Who appeared in quite poor health
I said, "There's nothing I can do for you
You can't do for yourself"
He said, "Oh, yes you can, just hold my hand
I think that that would help
"So I sat with him a while
And I asked him how he felt
He said, "I think I'm cured
No, in fact I'm sure of it
Thank you stranger
For your theraputic smile"

So that's how I learned the lesson
That everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you're ever gonna grow
When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or a simple song of hope

That's why I'm singing, baby, don't worry
Because now I've got your back
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try to make you laugh
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company
Through those days so long and black

We'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
And stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault lines in the soil

Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes

one of the cutest things ever.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDBpQVhCMb8&eurl=http://travors.com/page/2&feature=player_embedded

credit to daniel for posting this in his facebook status.

truth. [updated]

you may be on here once, multiple times, or not at all.

thanks for being there. you may not realize it, but it means a lot.

sometimes people act like idiots. that doesn't mean you need to point it out to them. [people usually don't appreciate that...]

thanks for being less of a hoe lately. i like you when you're not a hoe.

i miss you. [even though i wish i didn't]

i don't understand your definition of friends.

i don't know what you think i think of you. [whatever it is, i have a feeling you're wrong]

i miss talking to you everyday. i wish we weren't both so busy.

i like being friends. [i don't think i want to be anything more than that.]

i'm glad he makes you happy. i hope he continues to do so.

i'm worried you're making decisions you'll regret.

i don't know you that well, but we have fun together. i think that's cool.

i hope you don't do anything stupid.

it bothers me that you hang out together. [even though that's stupid]

i don't know why i can't just get over it.

you make a lot of sense sometimes. [but not always]

i don't know what you're doing, but i wish you would stop.

i liked last year better, i think.

i really needed to do this. i'm not sure what's bothering me, but this makes me feel a lot better.

i hope you're truly happy.
i hope it's for the right reasons.
i hope it lasts.

if i didn't care, i wouldn't ask; it's that simple.

Pain

Today at youth group, we were talking about the story of Joeseph and the multi-color coat. You may not believe in God, and therefore not care a whole lot about Bible stories, but whether you beleive it or not, it has a good point to it, so keep reading.

Basically, the story is about a 17 year old named Joeseph. [i'll refer to him as joe] Joe has 11 brothers, 10 of them being older than him. His 1o older brothers are into a lot of bad stuff [rape, murder, etc] which Joe refuses to take part in. Because of this, and a few other things, Joe is his father's favorite. Joe's older brothers absolutely hate him for both these reasons. Joe's dad ends up making him an awesome coat that they're all jealous of. They end up deciding to through him in a pit and tell they're dad he got killed by wild animals. So he's sitting in this pit, and some people find him. They end up selling him into slavery.

There's a whole rest of the story [if you care enough, i'm sure you could find an online summary].

Our youth pastor made a very interesting point after going over all of this. In the whole chapter, you never hear Joeseph complain. He takes it all in stride, trusting God will help him through. This brought us into a discussion about pain.

Here are some of his general points. I'll put them in quotes even though they may not be exactly what he said.
-"hard times shape who you are. turning yourself inward and complaining just makes it harder. you need to make the best of it and learn from your experiences."
-"Take a look around the world. Compared to the hardships going on in other countries, or even in ours, your problems really aren't that major. Americans have a tendency to avoid pastes at all costs." he then explained to us that the generation of our grandparents/great-grandparents is often described as the best generation ever. They're the generation that had to experience Pearl Harbor and the Great Depression, two major American hardships. These events helped make them stronger and shaped who they are now.
-"Pain helps you grow."
-"No pain, no gain."

-then he quoted a Bible verse. James 1:2-4
"2Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."
basically, that verse is saying you have to work hard to become something great.

I didn't get a whole lot out of his message until the end, when he starting talking about pain. I hope you get something out of it to. I probably didn't phrase everything exactly right, so if you have questions, feel free to talk to me.

I don't understand.

I don't understand what posting sad/angry blogs is supposed to accomplish.
Unless, your goal is to hurt someone because that's what they do.

If not, I think the easiest thing to do would be to not post them at all. Keep it as a draft, in a pad of paper, or on your own private blog. Please? This goes for everyone.