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2009-03-03 4:01 PM I Don't Want There To Be A Next Time Student "edition" found at {thoughts dot com slash typed no space out no space loud slash blog}.
Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on. I'm just thankful that for every personality I have to contend with that is more in love with what they can do than what they actually accomplish, there is one level head created by the universe and put in place to compensate. I believe that there is a balance of sane and delusional people in this world, and that the ones with the rose-colored glasses, when they step over the line and harm the good guys, also eventually get themselves rubbed out by another of their own kind. I also believe that these people do not choose the timing that they are bothering the blessed ones. I think that "times of trial" really do exist, and it is to make people stronger to greater challenges. I'm suddenly reminded of a local movie before that starred a real-life mother and son team. It was supposed to be about how the mother is there to stand by her son through all of his troubles. Sadly, the title was phrased wrongly: "Son, Just A Test from God" instead of "Son, That is Just A Test From God", making it look like the son is the test from God. On second thought, maybe they intended that double meaning, just cashing in on the show business headlines that both the mother and the son were involved in. Conflicts exist to make each other more weathered; the persons that cannot hack it become the source of conflict for others, but extend their own time of learning. Do they therefore postpone their learning to another lifetime? Reminds me again of the song "Galileo" by the Indigo Girls, which I just recently realized was about reincarnation. "How long before my soul gets it right?" Very curious open minded song it turns out to be. Okay I'm just rambling. I'm writing this away from campus, on the few minutes afforded me in front of a computer before another 6 to 9pm class later. Session 2583 thinks all the fury was spent on the student accessible version today, and by the fact that online gamers are too noisy to concentrate on writing. Class dismissed. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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