I feel like I am on a limb by myself while the rest of the world is on the other jumping and hoping i'll lose my balance and fall.
It's painful that other people who are so close to me can't understand my passion.
I'm stuck in a black hole and all the people who I thought would reach there hand down to help,
just stand on the edge staring down at me- confused as if i'm speaking a different language.
It's so frustrating. Sometimes i want to scream. Other times I want to say nothing and just let everyone stay there narrow minded self.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
No One...No Back Ups.
It seems these days no one gets me or rather my thoughts and ideals.
I know they make sense. They have to make sense.
I'm playing a video game called life and i'm up against thousands and thousands.
A few people who i'd think would help me out- don't. No backups.
Where have my backups gone?
People don't understand my passion- rather what i'm passionate about.
I miss the days when someone would be like "yeah, that's awesome" or atleast
say "yeah thats a great idea, but maybe you could 'fill in blank' this or that"
I'm not even saying for someone to agree with me but just acknowledge that
im not crazy...ahhh..
Oh, it's funny. But instead of people sitting there listening or conversing, they bring
up what's negative about it or they dissect every piece of it and then criticize.
It gets old and days I just want to quit speaking, thinking, or just end passion.
But i realized i can't. It's who I am.
If people can't get over the fact that i'm passionate in ways some people don't understand,
then i guess they just won't get over it...but sometimes i wish people would.
Maybe they could see what i see.
Maybe they could feel what i feel.
or maybe, just maybe they could help rather than hurt.
Calling all backups!
I know they make sense. They have to make sense.
I'm playing a video game called life and i'm up against thousands and thousands.
A few people who i'd think would help me out- don't. No backups.
Where have my backups gone?
People don't understand my passion- rather what i'm passionate about.
I miss the days when someone would be like "yeah, that's awesome" or atleast
say "yeah thats a great idea, but maybe you could 'fill in blank' this or that"
I'm not even saying for someone to agree with me but just acknowledge that
im not crazy...ahhh..
Oh, it's funny. But instead of people sitting there listening or conversing, they bring
up what's negative about it or they dissect every piece of it and then criticize.
It gets old and days I just want to quit speaking, thinking, or just end passion.
But i realized i can't. It's who I am.
If people can't get over the fact that i'm passionate in ways some people don't understand,
then i guess they just won't get over it...but sometimes i wish people would.
Maybe they could see what i see.
Maybe they could feel what i feel.
or maybe, just maybe they could help rather than hurt.
Calling all backups!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Inspiration at a Concert; Making Music Count
Last night, May 8th, I went to the Musica for a couple concerts I was really excited for. My first impression of the place was good- chill theme, and really nice people to greet us at the door. Most places i've been to people at the door are either rude or seem like they don't want to be there. The atmosphere was different. A few of the bands, especially Ivoryline (a alternative/rock/christan band) ended with a dedication to orphan children who are in need of food and water in the most critical places in Africa. They offered a way for people of all ages to get involved in helping a child in need through WorldVision. Most bands have their booths set up with their items to buy including t-shirts, cds, etc. However one of the bands caught my eye. They had a few tshirts but then the rest of their table was covered in stickers and little cards to fill out to sponsor a child. I thought, "wow, if only everyone did that!" I found it inspiring that there are many people who are not just making music, but making their music count! Somehow, someway they are making a difference. I personally have never EVER seen something like that at a concert, let alone someone talking about it during their show.It made me really respect that band, whether or not how they sounded. What do you think? Should we be more involved and impacting then we are? What can we do to be a part of someones life? What can we do to make music count?
Please leave any comments or thoughts or send them to lfpdream@live.com
Interested in sponsoring a child? Visit http://www.worldvision.org/
Please leave any comments or thoughts or send them to lfpdream@live.com
Interested in sponsoring a child? Visit http://www.worldvision.org/
The Inspiration We Could Learn
It's amazing how everyday people who may have money, who may have wealth and who may have love, give up on life.Yet you see people without a penny, who barely have enough food, and perhaps without love or friends, still strive and continue to live life. Even though i'm sure most of them feel like they are at the end of their rope, they still press on and pursue no matter if it's hurting their pride or humbling them.If some of us could only learn that. We go through one hardship or tough situation and think it's over. But what about the people that lose everything and everyone and still make it through life? Shouldn't we really look up to them and learn insteadof casting judgement on them? False Accusations, Bitterness, and Judgement can sow some evil seeds that won't ever harvest, or flourish.It will only leave us the same as we were; perhaps worse..So this week lets try to be more understanding, more hopeful and perhaps less judgmental on especially those who may be poor, or those who are of different color or race ormaybe just someone you dislike. It could change you or your perception!
Riches to Rags
Riches to Rags
Sometime during the winter; when the trees were bare, when the air was cold and when one wasnot found without a cup of coffee in hand, Ryan and I decided to venture to Akron. Grabbing a coffee for a person we didnt know seemed slightly odd. But we didn't care. Our goal was to find someone in need to talk to who maybe needed more than just food. (maybe just needed our time) Around 5pm (30-60mins after), we spotted only one homeless man standing on a corner by a busy intersection while holding up a sign that said "I Need Food". We parked at a old and vacant lot adjacent to where the man was standing and made our way towards him with a cup of coffee in one hand and hope in the other. He smiled as we said hello. We asked him how he was and other 'along the line' questions like the weather. Then we handed him the coffee however he refused, declaring that it would keep him up at night. Which was understandable. I was outside only for 5, maybe 10 minutes and i was shivering. I thought, 'How could this man with a light jacket and pants with holes be standing out here for so long?'. As we started to leave, Ryan and I agreed we should get him some food just to help out. As I drove I thought of how this middle aged man did not fit the ideal homeless person i've always pictured. He was clean-cut, spoke clearly, hair maintained, no smell of alcohol or drugs on his breath and his attitude towards everything was much different than what I expected. We came back with the food in hand. The man was very grateful. He then began to open up more as we asked more questions about how he got there, what he did before, etc.He was married, had 2 children, had 5 years of college under his belt and was at one point going back to school to get his Masters to be an english teacher. His father was a Doctor. He grew up in a normal, upper class household. But then when his wife divorced him, he had no job so was left to the streets. "God has a way of humbling you" he quoted after telling us this. For him, he said "...this has been an eye opening and humbling experience he won't ever forget".No one, not even his parents or children know that he is homeless and in this extreme condition. He went on to explain that he lives just a block away in a garage and that the food he collects he keeps for storage while rationing it out. That day alone he was outside for more than 5 hours and he had still 3 to go. One of the last things he said before we were on our way, was that he will "... get out of this soon enough and finish my education to be a english professor." Overall this experience made me happy that we were just able to talk with him and let him share. I also learned that not all homeless are who or what we think of as homeless. Most of themare people, just like me and you, who once had goals and dreams, but by one event turned their world upside down. Not everyone has a home, or family or even friends to talk to, or share with.That's where we come in. Love In Action! P.S. Hopefully sometime soon, we will be making our way back to see how he is!I will let you know! :) Thank you for Reading!
Sometime during the winter; when the trees were bare, when the air was cold and when one wasnot found without a cup of coffee in hand, Ryan and I decided to venture to Akron. Grabbing a coffee for a person we didnt know seemed slightly odd. But we didn't care. Our goal was to find someone in need to talk to who maybe needed more than just food. (maybe just needed our time) Around 5pm (30-60mins after), we spotted only one homeless man standing on a corner by a busy intersection while holding up a sign that said "I Need Food". We parked at a old and vacant lot adjacent to where the man was standing and made our way towards him with a cup of coffee in one hand and hope in the other. He smiled as we said hello. We asked him how he was and other 'along the line' questions like the weather. Then we handed him the coffee however he refused, declaring that it would keep him up at night. Which was understandable. I was outside only for 5, maybe 10 minutes and i was shivering. I thought, 'How could this man with a light jacket and pants with holes be standing out here for so long?'. As we started to leave, Ryan and I agreed we should get him some food just to help out. As I drove I thought of how this middle aged man did not fit the ideal homeless person i've always pictured. He was clean-cut, spoke clearly, hair maintained, no smell of alcohol or drugs on his breath and his attitude towards everything was much different than what I expected. We came back with the food in hand. The man was very grateful. He then began to open up more as we asked more questions about how he got there, what he did before, etc.He was married, had 2 children, had 5 years of college under his belt and was at one point going back to school to get his Masters to be an english teacher. His father was a Doctor. He grew up in a normal, upper class household. But then when his wife divorced him, he had no job so was left to the streets. "God has a way of humbling you" he quoted after telling us this. For him, he said "...this has been an eye opening and humbling experience he won't ever forget".No one, not even his parents or children know that he is homeless and in this extreme condition. He went on to explain that he lives just a block away in a garage and that the food he collects he keeps for storage while rationing it out. That day alone he was outside for more than 5 hours and he had still 3 to go. One of the last things he said before we were on our way, was that he will "... get out of this soon enough and finish my education to be a english professor." Overall this experience made me happy that we were just able to talk with him and let him share. I also learned that not all homeless are who or what we think of as homeless. Most of themare people, just like me and you, who once had goals and dreams, but by one event turned their world upside down. Not everyone has a home, or family or even friends to talk to, or share with.That's where we come in. Love In Action! P.S. Hopefully sometime soon, we will be making our way back to see how he is!I will let you know! :) Thank you for Reading!
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