As I am in a contemplative mood:

First, I did not begin this post with an idea of what I'm going to write. I think that the most profound things come from random scribbles. Since I love profundity (and I love that word) I will endeavor to scribble something out.
Of course, I can't promise anything good will come of this post, except maybe an excuse for you to waste thirty seconds of your life. But then, I can't promise I won't die within the next ten minutes either. One really can't go through life completely sure of himself or he will be woefully disappointed. Nothing ever goes exactly as we wish, and there's really nothing we can do about that except sit back, enjoy the ride, and keep what things we can under control.
That last sentence might cause some confusion so let me explain:
There are some things I can control - whether I eat breakfast or don't eat breakfast, whether I wear a green shirt or an orange one. There are other things I cannot control - whether the car in the other lane will or won't hit me, whether or not a bus runs over me, whether or not my house gets struck by lightning. I control my personal choices, but I don't control the choice another person has of stabbing me or not. He controls that choice, and I really can't stop him from wielding the knife if he wants to. There are some precautions I can take, such as make sure I wear my seat belt, when involving myself in these "risky" endeavors over which I have no control.
In the end it all boils down to God's choices. If he wishes to end my life within the next ten minutes or in the next ten years, it is up to Him. My choice is whether or not I'll be prepared for it. That doesn't mean I walk around in constant terror and depression because I might die. It means I live day to day as if it were the last day of my life. I strengthen my relationship with God and with my family, because I might not have the chance to tomorrow.

And I wonder how many of us really think about that. Are we constantly aware of how short our lives are, or do we live in constant denial of the fact that one day our lives on this earth will end?
We shouldn't mourn the fact that we die, because death isn't the end. We shouldn't cling on to worldly things either - family, possessions - because these will pass away too. It doesn't mean we don't cherish our family and friends, but it means we cherish God more.


That is my rambling bit for the day. It is probably devoid of all profundity, but that doesn't really matter. Profundity is pretty subjective anyways.

I have wasted too much energy apologizing, and I refuse to do so again today. Instead I will sit and expound on the great relief finishing several intense classes has given me. They are over and done with, and although I miss the people I have met while taking them, I do not miss the assignments. Classes have a bittersweet taste when they end. You are glad to have no more work, but you are not glad to say good-bye to the people you met there. Although they do not disappear from your life - you still keep in touch - there no longer is that camaraderie you shared in meeting the challenges of the class. It was a common ground both of you shared, and it is no more.

I do not know if I am disappointed or relieved. It might be that I feel a confusing mixture of both. Either way, I have finished, and I ended very satisfactorily.

No, I Have Not Died

I am just very inconsistent with my posts. I do not follow any sort of pattern or schedule. I write what I want when I want to. That's the freedom of this blog. I can write what I think I'd enjoy reading again and what I think you'll enjoy reading (though I'm worse at predicting that). I don't want this blog to be all doom and gloom and destruction. I'm not doom, gloom, or destruction, so it'd be a bit off character for me to write something like that. So, here I am, rambling on as I always do, and not making a lick of sense. Ah well, it really doesn't matter two cents what I say. What really matters is what God thinks. I see no place in the Bible where it says you must post certain things on a blog. Blogs, in the modern sense, were not invented yet. While there are certain things I believe the Bible does address, I know it does not tell me I cannot have a random blog post every once in a while. This is a random blog post. It has no purpose, no point - nothing that it is trying to achieve, save giving you a very good look at my strange and slightly hilarious side.
That being said, I will proceed to write a ten-page post on transcendentalism.
Kidding. I will do nothing of the kind. I do not care for transcendentalists (not to mention the word is a mouthful to say), and I do not care to talk about their doctrines. There is one thing I've learned about addressing different religions: One must be very careful not to buy into whatever they're selling. Usually all it leads to is discontentment and frustration, because it requires you to reach a certain height of perfection. When it's not leading you to be discontent and frustrated, it's telling you that you can be lawless. Transcendentalism is one of those that tell you it's ok to be lawless. I won't go into why or how, for it would take ten pages and would amount to nothing more than a tirade. If you want to know what transcendentalists are (I agree, the word is nice and big), look it up in a dictionary.

It is time for me to end this perfect example of complete randomness. I hoped you enjoyed this journey into the labyrinths of my mind.