Love and Gucci Handbags...

This economic recession is getting the best of most Americans. It is hard to really grasp the troubles of others as I sit in the comfort of my parent's home writing a blog, but at the same time I haven't been reckless with my the earnings I have received.

It grieves my heart...I read a story of two parents committing suicide and killing their two children a few days after they lost their jobs. The parents decided they had no other choice and didn't want to leave their children in other hands so selfishly took them with them...

Meanwhile, West Los Angeles consist of shoppers buying expensive luxeries but hiding them in 'no-brand' bags to lower being noticed. Stealth wealth and shame shoppers...it sickens me. A lady pretended to have bought a gift only to have that $1200 Gucci hangbag she bought given to herself...

What is wrong with this picture...what is wrong with both of these pictures...America has become so reckless and so easily driven to become dependent on money...to idolize it.

I want to change this.
God has given me a heart to change this lifestyle.
He's given this blessing to go to college on the debt of my parents.
He has given me a life-style I couldn't be more thankful for.

I want to take his blessings and bless others with it.
I want to support the team going to stop human trafficking.
I want to live an example out among others.
I want to give to the starving children of Africa.
I want to love my neighbor and not expect anything in return.

I want to love others because of God's love for us.

God show me the best way to love others in their individual needs.

If right is wrong and being wrong isn't right, what is right?

I truly despise those days that consist of great new revelations or ideas but slowly disappear in an instant.

It's one of those days for me.

I've been having trouble being around people and sometimes myself as of lately. It's not the instance that I despise others, don't connect or any of those other stumbling blocks you come across with the greeting and growing relationship with humans.

No. It is the times that the surroundings are producing a negative energy; when the environment I am stuck in brings in fear, or hate and causes me to struggle to be myself.

Causes me to not love. Or worse, it brings out the evil that isn't of me, but ends up attaching to me.

It is one of those things I'll never understand exactly why humans hold on to a weird pride issue instead of building each other up...

The Art of Lies

For those that haven't known me for an extended period of time, I'm a very unique person when it comes to friendships. Especially if I just met you. Let me elaborate...

There came a point in my life (last summer to be exact) when a friend and I found it entertaining and challenging to manipulate and lie to people. Most importantly though was being able to read reactions and thoughts. It really does become an art but don't get me wrong, we never lied about anything serious. It usually involved simple questions such as my name, my ethnicity, or just a sly sarcastic remark for a rather unintelligent question...

So you're probably wondering exactly how this (cruel) idea is exactly a game...well it's simple. It usually consists of reading the person's emotions/reactions, playing on ideas and then holding the bluff pretending you have the better cards.

Ok it doesn't have anything to do with have better cards...

What it does consist of is usually making a hyperbolic idea sound believable all the while holding a straight face. The one thing you have to be aware of is whether the person is reverse the psychology and pretending to believe you.

So there is a benefit behind all of this, besides the ability to get out of sticky situations...

The ability to read emotions, to be able to understand the way a person processes information, the body language a person gives off while deciphering what to say next opens up a whole new way to connecting to a person. It brings a new perception of being able to understand if there is deeper meaning or story to a simple "Things are pretty good".

Anyways, the days of silly lies are over since it does end up building a reputation when can't tell if you're serious or not. I still use my perception to try to understand people...

Remembrance

An interesting thought came across me tonight. I was reading into the idea of "anti-kingdom" and thoughts about some of the things we honor...well is it actually honorable?

Monuments such as the great pyramids...built by slaves that were tortured, beaten, maimed, and slaughtered if they didn't get their work done. If they didn't meet their quota set by the higher powers. Should we be honoring these monuments?

Clearly they are amazing feats by humans but what purpose did their spilled blood serve? The Pharaohs made these pyramids as a home for their "after-life" and to leave a power feat for others to remember by...but do we want to remember that?

I guess it's a way of remembrance for those who died...and not really a honor for the Pharaoh.

My song

This feeling, the passion inside my heart,
it glows the idea of unconditional love.
This dream of questions asked,
isn't about how your day is,
but about how amazing you are,
how God sculpted you beautifully,
how you became you.

These individualistic gifts I haven't seen,
the secrets to the unseen love in a stranger,
I seek to see all of it.
I want to put together the pieces of God's art.
This is the symphony my spirit yearns to play,
this is the song I will perfom.