Anyways. Yet again, this is just another blog post of me rambling (in bullet form this time!) to try and make sense of things.
Thought Catalog...
1. Why is the rent so high here? You're killing me BK...
2. Yesterday in class we had to write an essay based off of some chick's quote saying how reading was a great invention and such....why do we read? How does our mind make sense of symbols that translate into sounds -> words-> languages, etc. Fascinating really.
3. New York, you are a straaange little padawan. How can you make me so exhausted yet inspire me like no other all at once?
4. Working on the Upper East Side makes me glad I'm not rich...I would hate to be an entitled snob. And these kids? Forget it. I wanna smack 77.3% of them upside the head. No I can't make sure your panini is toasted in patterns. Like are you forreal.
5. Why is it that this place is making me apathetic and sympathetic all at once? The other day on the subway, this man was desperate for help...and something in me knew that he was forreal and not just a phony. And as I reached into my pocket to see what I could offer him...I just sat there. I didn't do anything. Why am I trapped in this body? The apostle Paul was right...it's a horrible thing to be made of good heart but of human nature. and I need to realize that I won't accomplish anything until I can manage to control the very thing that paralyzes my giving sometime..whatever that may be.
6. I sat with a homeless man the other day and gave him a granola bar (I had no cash and it was all I had). I have never seen anyone so happy and thankful. BOOM ROASTED, what a smack in the face. I can be so ungrateful at times...like God why do you give me all of this when I don't deserve it? You are too good. Thank you for teaching me everyday.
7. Everytime I start to worry about anything- how fiscally poor I am, how much sleep I lack, how stressed I am, etc, it is always quickly overshadowed by the fact that God is just so much greater than all of it. Luke 11. I am indeed more valuable than the birds, and yes he will take care of me. He has until now- why would I worry now?
8. Why do old men hit on girls my age? like...do you even know how old I am..? #smh
9. Have you noticed that as routine as sunrises and sunsets are, each and every single one is different? God is super creative...he is either a) having artsy time in heaven or b) showing us all a glimpse of his beauty. Perhaps I'm a bit of a romantic...but something about sunsets.
10. I've been dwelling on a lot on 1 Peter 1:6-9 lately...it makes everything make sense.
11. I walk around this city, and I see so many people that look put together and are constantly searching for a fix to anything really- a situation, exhaustion, hunger, sorrow. Ironic how man tries to find a a permanent fix via the temporary. Thankful that God and his joy is the same, all day, err day, forever...and just an ounce of it floods me with peace and joy that I really have no words for. Webster can't even handle this.
Well, anyways.
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