Living on the Cusp

The tip of exuberance and desolation
is one of piercing intensity
Either you're impaled, maimed by the shock
or sewn, weaved into a masterpiece

Thanks

There is nothing as sweet and fulfilling as a sincere "thank you".  

There's an idea that reciprocity always has to be expressed in the form of a "trade-off" where the value of the  reciprocated gift should match the value of the initial offering.  What's interesting is that anthropological analysis has considered this process, in some respects, as very business-like, but you could take an anthropology class and see that for yourself. 

But a sincere thank you... such a beautiful expression.  I can't properly describe. 

I guess one has to come from a place where the kindness shown isn't at all deserved. 

Eyebags...

Eyebags on eyebags on eyebags.

I should be a juggler. Because I'm juggling so many things right now. LOL


I shouldn't be allowed to tweet or post or blog during finals. Hahahahahahaha


Okay I'm done. STUDY

A prayer to "...him who we know loves us..." - St. Teresa of Avila

"Lord, grant me the grace to have confidence in what I can do and the humility to acknowledge that I can only do all these because of You. Amen."

- (http://seedsbymarktanoja.blogspot.com/2013/05/may-15-didache-reflection.html)

Finer Things

We can talk about Merlot and legs, decadence and cadence, the swift move of rivers and currents of events, all of which subtly hint either pretentiousness or thoughtfulness, and of which are you? Because, in all senses, the idea of using all senses shouldn't be a downcast expression when it really is an appreciation of all we've been given, i.e., the gifts we take for granted. So when I toast, I don't toast to toast, but to celebrate. And when I seem to be decadent, rather, I am keen to the delicate. And the rivers I swim in are lively, and I swim good, and I'm refreshed.

Is there a word for...

... the feeling of fighting through the odds? ... the feeling of running through a thousand arrows and dodging every single one? ... the feeling of swimming upstream when the current pulls you back with a deadly force? ... the feeling of singing at the top of your longs just to hit the right note, with the right feeling?... the feeling of clenching and wringing out the guitar neck just to be able to get that right twang, to literally feel the music?


"Perseverance"  seems like an adequate word, but that doesn't feel entirely right.
"Panache" seems like a better word... or the closest I guess I can get.


Coz when your back's against the wall, that's how it feels like.

The Sweet Spot

I've noticed there's an interesting cost in being too focused on a specific goal for yourself.  On the other hand, there's also an interesting cost in not being focused enough. 

I'm not talking about the clear consequences of each, that is either you achieve the goal or not.  While that could be the case, there's an even more subtle struggle.

Generally speaking, if you are too focused on a specific self-oriented goal, you may become blinded and insensitive towards other people's feelings.  And if you are not focused enough, then you aren't effectively helping yourself achieve your own goals.

There's a sweet spot.  A most effective, charitable, to yourself and others, sweet spot. 

I call it bass therapy

Plug in my ears to this remix... perfect.

Nothing beats a deep bass line with a rhythmic hi-hat that cuts right through. Ecstasy.

Rehabilitation

If the time permits, it's certainly a worthwhile use of time to spend a few moments in a state where, although much was different before, the strengths of that particular state taught a principal admonition that would be useful to the success of the state of events taking place now.

To take bits and pieces of the entire, both objective and subjective, human experience into perspective at any given moment of time, to cater specifically to the particular events taking place now... oh... how great indeed.

5:41 am

I am so tired.  Up early for school.  Why must I live through this drudgery? Sorry about ranting.  I'm just so tired.  I just want to lie in my bed and sleep.

Not the most motivating of my blogs, I know.  But I'm sleep deprived.

Btw, finals are in about 2-weeks.  This is equivalent to the 2-minute warning in sports.