Thoughts, Thinkings, and Ideas!
Friday, February 28, 2003
Call me cynical but I've always gone through life with the attitude of getting the greatest returns on my time. I stress through things I don't like and work through it. University is the same, let's say that you aren't really good at anything, but you can work your way through everything. When it comes to the point where you don't care what you do, does it matter what you do? At any rate. I came to this conclusions when people around me are always talking about doing what interests them, while I consider what will I finish with the fastest and most efficiently.
People in university like to do things they like for the future? I dunno, I personally think if I did that it'd be selfish. Like doing what you want? How about what is useful or productive or you can support your future family with? If we wanted we can all be happy painting but who'll pick up the garbage? I guess thinking about the future is important, but I dont' know what's in the future so I'm content in just plowing through what I have to do.
On the other hand I highly admire those people who don't care about the rational and prioritize the things they will enjoy. That's great! I don't take away from that. I just don't think I have the resolve to take that root. I just want to get things done and over with. All the fun isn't from this sort of stuff anyways.
Sunday, February 16, 2003
I realize that some people love to see blogging as something which should be maintained as any commitment. Afterall, some people check blogs 3 or 4 times a day, and it's a pity if the person never updates. However, sometimes it must be understandable. For instance stupid blogger.com ate my last blog and therefore it was gone last week. It was simply a thankfulness blog stating all the wonderful things in my life I was thankful for. I simply couldn't get myself to retype everything that went through my head so I just left it be. I know you understand how silly it would feel to clone one's thoughts that already passed. Especially since I write these blogs mostly for my own benefit in reflection. At any rate, by some omen the rest of that week went horribly with many interesting academic hurdles. But, I came out of it alive so i'm I guess I can't complain too much. Mostly, I'm thankful it's reading week, so I can actually relax a bit more. No more walking through the snow 4 times a day, and running all over the place worrying about assignments. Nope, now I can do all that worrying from the comfort of my own home.
I am beginning to understand why in the US called Spring Break, and yet here it's called Reading week. As quoted from my physics prof, "I have to give you kids something to do to keep you off the streets." Apparently all the profs got together and conspired to do this as a union. Good thing I actually like assignments, in comparison to awful awful tests. I hope everyone else has fun during their week or 2 days depending on which university you go to. Have Fun!
Saturday, February 08, 2003
I just recently started to read people's blogs. Hence I felt the inclination to start my own. I realize people use blogs extremely differently. Some use it to voice complaints, others a nice song they here, or what's been bothering them. I hear about interesitng stories, or what they did that day and what movie they watched. Blogging seems to be an interesting way to sum up what used to be said in a conversation on a paragraph or two. I suppose this is a good way to keep tabs on people without taking actual (time) effort to keep tabs on them.
Is this good? Who knows? Am I writing this blog so people can read it and keep tabs on me without talking to me? I definetly hope not. Hence I'm going to try to keep this blog as little about what I did. The events going on about certain things are reserved to those people who ask me. Frankly, the whole point of conversations is that I can gauge reactions and get some communication going which means it takes 2 or more people. One way communication is basically just eavesdropping.
Isn't that ironic? I take the complete opposite approach as others. I guess I'm just strange that way? Ah well, it's all relative anyways.
Here's an interesting question. If you had $100 dollars and all your neccessities were filled and you had to spend it that day, what would you spend it on?
Who says friends? Clothes? Family? Try investing it? Or perhaps donate it to the church? Hmmm.. I suppose it all depends on priorities. So which one is it? Really?
Thursday, February 06, 2003
It may have seemed as if my aspect on life seems quite trivalized. After all, if life's just a game, does it really matter?
At any rate we're just pieces? Alright, now it's time to roll up our sleeves and actually look at the bigger picture. In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The board of the game was set. After pain stakingly building the board and placing all the pieces it was time to have fun. The whole purpose of the game was for the enjoyment of God. Of course being God, he can make much more complicated and interesting pieces to play with than you or I can.
So we got humans. Alright, but what a boring game would it be if the pieces did exactly what they were supposed to. Who would want to play that? If everything is set the way so that you win no matter what, every time with no effort, then it's really a meaningless win. Therefore, free will comes into play. Hence, the entrance of the other player. AKA the devil.
Of course, if you think I consider this a game where it is purely the devil vs God then you are mistaken. It is not that simple at all. Afterall, God had all the pieces and created the board first. The devil is simply a thief and a pouter who is trying to ruin the game all together. This game is so serious in fact that God himself, can not break some of the rules that he himself set. To uphold the rule of free will he must allow some of the pieces to be lost. However, every piece is precious, and He would not allow all the pieces to be lost. He had to allow use a so called loop hole which was the only way to give the corruption of the pieces a chance. He Himself had to become a piece. Unfortunetly I'm not sure of how all the rules apply. Neither can I fathom the extent of how this game will end. However, it is important to note that at the end of the game you are either standl with the original player or are truly lost.
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
Everybody in life seems downtrodden at times. Afterall you work all your life to accomplish some goals of having a family (for some) and trying to have some purpose (for all). You interact with others and you try to keep up with work. From the day you are born you have to learn all these abilities to become a useful piece. Whether it be languages, or music, or interactive skills, and especially education in general. Doesn't it just seem so much like a game?
We all have to balance ourselves to do all this stuff. We try to have fun, but sometimes we don't. We mentally have to keep playing, trying to interact in the balance of keeping track of your friends and all your work. Some people fail this game miserably. They screw up, and end up losing big. Drugs, Alcohol, Suicide, these are all ways to lose the game. Some people begin to think they are more important than other pieces (don't we hate these, or is this us?) which also can end up in losing. The game is rough, and unfair, and the rules seem vivid at times if even something solid to begin with.
Some people, try to get ahead in the game by taking down other pieces, and of course there are always those that try to control other pieces. Everyone is fighting to survive, even though they don't know what the heck they need to do to win! Are the rules the laws of physics? Or Darwin's law of survival of the fittest?
Of course, those that realize that this is a game and realize a little glimpse of what the rules actually are, they might actually try to have fun. It's very difficult to have fun in a game if you don't know the rules. However, most people try to plow forward trying to make up their own rules and of course change them to their advantage. This of course can lead to all the pieces following the wrong rules. Yes, society is messed up. Yes what is important is sometimes very convoluted (Spelled it right now). You know what? There isn't much we can do. We're just pieces and it sometimes feels that we will never be and we always will be just pieces. (Contradiction? Well isn't that just how you feel sometimes?) Yes, it does sound morbid? I'm not saying that life is trivial, after all this game of life is beyond trivial pursuit, but that in most sense it is nothing but a game. It's tough, it's challenging, and it's sometimes unbearable. Does this even make sense? Well, perhaps after I explain more about this so called game of life?
next time....
Sunday, February 02, 2003
It seems that talking is apparently my forte so it seems that it is natural I should delve into these realms of blogging. What is blogging? It apparently it is an excuse to write whimsical anecdotes about ones life and events to keep others entertained and informed on the well being of someone. This person being the one who blogs. This seems all fine and dandy (however, I find it hard to believe anyone would want to read about my boring thoughts.), but I can't help think that blogs have to be informational or useless, and yet can't be personal because who knows what crazy people read this?
At any rate. I don't know what type of "blogging" this will be. It may be informational, or personal, or just stupid. However, I guess that's the type of person I am. Yep, you can call me Daniel. Not Dan, for Dan apparently doesn't suit me as I've heard. I'm a guy, if you haven't figured that out, and I'm incredibly immature at times. However, all and all, I hope that just gives me the chance to be more creative and apt to dealing with all of these worldly problems we all have. Hopefully, you'll see this in my crazy ideas in the future. At any rate. I wanna post now to see if this even works.
If you've taken actual time to read this far, I'm beginning to wonder how you finish any of your school work.
