Monday, March 17, 2008
When the so-called blessing becomes a curse
If God gave me talents so they'd be exploited by people for their own gains and for my own undoing, I'd rather not have them. If God gave me these gifts so they'd be appreciated by no one, then I don't want them. There'd be no reason to have them.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Heart on my sleeve
Why do we need to wear our hearts on our sleeves?
Why do I need to recount even the most insignificant of details to imply that I live a happily complicated life? Why do I need to pace back and forth with furrowed brows to tell my colleagues and superiors that I am actually working, and working hard at that? Why do I need to babble endlessly or bury my nose in a bestseller to gain the respect of (seemingly) intellectual peers? Why do I need to be seen in smoke-filled, crowded places, drowning in alcohol and caffeine to show that I have a swinging social life? Why do I need to flaunt mundanities just to show that I have money to burn?
People are such intellectual and emotional exhibitionists.
Why do I need to publish this blog?
Why do I need to recount even the most insignificant of details to imply that I live a happily complicated life? Why do I need to pace back and forth with furrowed brows to tell my colleagues and superiors that I am actually working, and working hard at that? Why do I need to babble endlessly or bury my nose in a bestseller to gain the respect of (seemingly) intellectual peers? Why do I need to be seen in smoke-filled, crowded places, drowning in alcohol and caffeine to show that I have a swinging social life? Why do I need to flaunt mundanities just to show that I have money to burn?
People are such intellectual and emotional exhibitionists.
Why do I need to publish this blog?
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