Unspoken words will always remain a mystery.
Do you remember a time you held your tongue? Was it out of caution, patience, deceit, fear, or disdain?
I'm interested in the unspoken: the motives underneath an action, the hidden lies under a spoken statement, the truths of the unsaid and the vomit that often replaces it. Read More »
(I have a high possibility of negative comments for this post)
It's hard to be a Christian in this world.
Why?
1.) We base everything off the bible and get ridiculed for doing so.
2.) There are many "types" of Christians in the world today, and it's hard to know what's what. Read More »
Parents, high school students, and college students, have, in the past few years, developed a trait uniting them into one category of people. We have become addicts without realizing it, fearlessly spraying graffiti on each other's walls and shamelessly sending ridiculous or naughty gifts that cost a buck. Read More »
The syndrome is spreading. It is slowly killing off and suffocating various forms of art. Read More »
The science advisory board on the saying that the average person eats 4 spiders a year:
"Amazingly, I cannot find this one debunked in either the alt.folklore.urban or snopes urban legend archives. I know it's been debunked in the AFU newsgroup--I've been in on the debunking personally, but none of that comes up in a search on the AFU archive. So it's up to me to do what must be done. Read More »
The object of our desire always seems something out of our reach. We, as human beings, always seek what we can't have.
examples are unlimited:
you long for a ipod and soon after receiving it, you want more and because your desire of receiving it was fulfilled, your desire moves along to another seemingly unattainable object. Read More »
"Resistance to change and new ideas restricts potential improvement to our lives and hampers the chance to grow. Failure to accept new ideas and the points of view of others keeps us in our own little shell and inhibits our ability to see the different sides of beauty in life. Read More »
Often during winter nights, I like to walk the empty courts and streets of my neighborhood. I like to be alone, to gaze at the stars, and make my way under the streetlights. However, for the past few days, my thoughts have been invaded by this particular, young boy. He, I believe, is around eight, and, during the day, I see him often. No, I do not look for him. I just notice him. Read More »
