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09.30.03 - 10:33 pm I am the least patient person I know, and I live in a world that caters to my defect. I mean, even our salads are bagged; if I can't even take the time to prepare a meal, how can I be expected to wait around for the more significant aspects of life?? Society responds with a resounding chorus of "You're not!" But I am. There are periods of intense difficulty, but I know it'll be worth it in the end. In the meantime, my days are being filled up without my consent, and I think I'm being kept busy for a reason. Tonight, though, I set aside an hour just for myself to allow my spirit could settle. I somehow muzzled the corner of my mind that never quiets and tranquilly watched the sun set over the mountains. I thought about all sorts of things and finally got the chance to sort through all the things we've been talking about in American Lit. God, nature, the human soul. I've decided that I agree wholeheartedly with Emerson and am glad that he can't separate his ideas from his upbringing; when it comes down to it, no one can. Around the edges of classes, meetings, tutoring, and homework, I'm learning how to wait. I'm learning to accept God's gifts regardless of whether or not they're exactly what I'd asked for. And I'm accepting the fact that to truly comprehend anything, there must be a little bit of failure along the way. I'm progressively embracing everything that will prevent me from running back to my dungeon, and therefore, I can smile from my heart instead of manufacturing the light in my eyes. I'm tired of abdicating my kindgom, and only through God's grace, I shant for a long, long time. Quote of the Day: "Every rational creature has all nature for his dowry and estate. It is his, if he will. He may divest himself to it; he may creep into a corner, and abdiate his kingdom, as most men do, but he is entiteld to the world by his constitution. In proportion to the energy of his thought and will, he takes up the world into himself." ~Emerson
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