“I am no one special. Just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul and for me that has always been enough.”
-the notebook

“You are everything
I have always dreamed of but
never woke up to.”

nightmare.

“[reading, about Noah] She had come back into his life like a sudden flame, blazing and streaming into his heart. Noah stayed up all night contemplating the certain agony he knew would be his if he were to lose her twice.”
— The Notebook

dreams.

as i lay next to one of my best friends last night, i said: " i don't want to ever lay next to someone and have them ask me about my dreams and my answer being so moderate that their only response would be " oh, that's cool."

i've always been a dreamer. and i think it's alright.

on the subject of THE GIRL: I'm still trying to figure out the line between DREAMER AND CREEPER. :) ( just kidding people . )

art and coffee.

I recently listened to a lecture by John Piper in which he spent an hour talking about his story and how he got to the place that he's at. If you do not know who John Piper is and for some reason are interested in getting to know him, you could tune into his podcast titled " the pastor as scholar ". In his lecture he goes on a 5 minute rampage on writing and why he loves the art. Piper says that poetry is a way of putting words together that awakens things in people that wouldn’t have been awakened unless it had been written. writing to me is one of the things that i do for myself. i don't usually have my readers in mind when i'm writing. that's probably why i go through journals at the pace i do. i started this blog after struggling for a while. my struggle was that because my writing was mostly a thing i did to function properly, or as a means of venting, THAT it would be pointless to publish my ramblings to the public and that maybe i should just stick to journaling.
that's when i started to love art.
the beauty of art is that it is all about expression. some would say that it IS expression. i enjoy listening to music because it is like sitting at a coffee shop with your roommate telling stories to one another. music lets me sit down with the likes of Mayer and Fitzgerald, Upton and Dylan. i just sit quietly drinking my mocha while they spend 90 or so minutes telling me their stories, the drawings on their heart. that IS how they say we know one's heart (they say): by LISTENING.
and there's something beautiful and enticing about the opportunity. we all want to know that we are not alone on this God-made planet.
that's what art gives us.
her songs, although sung for the sake of venting or expression, will beckon millions to coffee. sit down and share in this gift of life called fellowship.
we all need it. and that's why i blog.

the least jealous of loves

"Lamb says somewhere that if, of three friends (A,B and C), A should die, then B not only loses A but "A"'s part in C, while C loses not only A but 'A's part in B'. In each of my friends there is something that only some other friend can fully bring out. By myself I am not large enough to call the whole man into activity; i want other lights than my own to show all his facets. Now that Charles is dead, I shall never again see Ronald's reaction to a specifically Caroline joke. Far from having more of Ronald, having him 'to myself' now that Charles is away, I have less of Ronald. Hence true Friendship is the least jealous of loves. Two friends delight to be joined by a third, and three by a fourth, if only the newcomer is qualified to become a real friend. They can then say, as the blessed souls say in Dante, 'Here comes one who will augment our loves.' For in this love 'to divide is not to take away'...we possess each friend not less but more as the number of those with whom we share him increases. In this, Friendship exhibits a glorious 'nearness by resemblance' to Heaven itself where the very multitude of the blessed [which no man can number] increases the fruition which each has of God. For every soul, seeing Him in her own way, doubtless communicates that unique vision to all the rest. That, says an old author, is why the Seraphim in Isaiah's vision are crying 'Holy, holy, holy' to one another [ Isa 6:3 ]. The more we thus share the Heavenly Bread, the more we shall all have."

-C.S Lewis.