Someone elses job

Someone else does it now.
The job switched hands
But the old workers dont miss their job, as much as they used to.
They just dont like that someone else does their job.
It was theirs and no one could do it better, not a soul.
Perhaps they were wrong

Perhaps they were right, and its the job description that changed
Maybe
Time will tell

So sad

A week for every month
Thats the golden rule
The rule i abide by
But not the rule she abides by
I knew i wasnt over it, and i was okay with that

A week for every month

It hurts, and its supposed to
i dont like it, but i know ill live.
you never stop loving someone, the love only changes, morphs into the love it was always destined to be.
A Complete love
Holy

It will take time to heal, perhaps more now... but god shal sustain me.
He promised me he would.
My love was always in my mind, i knew my head wasnt right, so that helps me now... my insanity disproven i now battle on.
Through it all over again, but i know i can survive.
I know i will survive.

I wish to be happy for her, i hope that comes in time
It must come in time
Everything comes...
In Time

Not Me

Who saved her... Who saved that girl from the burning fires
'It was not me'
But sir you are covered in burns, your face is dark and dirty if not you then who?

'It was not me' Our lives, the lives of the people of the world are tapestries of worship... worship to one thing or another, the pursuit of money, the love of a good woman
But our lives are not about us, its not about how much or how long or how many of anything.
Its not about me, dont read this as an act of humility because its not, its an acknowledgement that my life is not important enough to be written about, no matter what i am to do
To save the world from a disaster, to become superman, it is nothing compared to that which we should all worship
No skill, no prowess is ever to outshine that which we should all worship.

Its not about me, if you never saw my name it would not matter, for i am named by the one of all

Superhero

I asked the girl hanging on the edge
"Can i be your superhero?"
I asked the girl on the ledge
"Can i be your superhero?"

"Can i be selfless for you and selfless for me?"
"In your pain can i be all you want to see?"
"I cannot fly, nor can i run at any blinding pace"
"But my reward will be the smile upon your face"
"But in this joy there is a cost you see"

"For saving the day tends to be a routine"
I asked the girl hanging on the edge
"Can you be my superhero?"

"I need to save you, as you save me"
"My purpose tends to depend on which way your happiness ends"
"For what is the hero without the damsel if anything at all"
"Is the presence of the hero what makes the damsel fall?"
"Is it me, or is it you the one with the cape?"
"Am I why you are jumping to this untimley fate?"

I said to the girl hanging on the edge
"It is not you that needs me"
"It is I that strives everyday to make yours the face i see"

Limited by the Limited

How many people wanted to be an astronaut? How many people wanted to be super heroes?
How many people waited up at night thinking of the limitless possibilities presented to them?
How many of you said "We have our whole lives ahead of us?"
All of you.

How many of you are the astronaut your seven year old equivalent wanted you to be?
Not many of you...

The question is why?
Why when we were once so limitless are we now, restrained?
Choked by a society based on the ideas of crushing down the glimmers of hope that spring up from the pooling masses.
We wake up staring into this world reflecting the limitless nature of the sky and spaces around then as we grow older the towering failures of those around us serve to cloud the sky's limitlessness that we should reflect.

As we grow, we forget
Dont let the failures of those before set the precident, dont accept the status quo
Define your dream, and dream bigger
So big that the night can no longer hold it
And as your dream walks into the day... you find its no longer a dream
But the truest reality

The Sound

The Sound
The sound, the rhythm, the smooth melody
Rise, fall, Together, Music
The music moves, through the air, alive, feeling, and growing
A perfect embodiment to peace, perfection Is the sound of the guitar

Of the voice Of the lyrics It's the music that fills me, it can bring me alive as a puppet is made by their master
Music holds my strings, and folds me, breaks me, moves me
Swirling in the air around me, infusing me with it
Each song and I have a meaning
Each piece of the perfect composition a dedication to life In the notes you hear

You hear Grace I move with it, it moves me and I in return it
I am lifted and dropped as the strings bend and tense
The rise, the fall, the tools of the architect of perfection
The beat, changing my heart, the speed, the sensation magnificent
As I close my eyes the notes move in the darkness
The guitar no longer an instrument, but an entity The voice a heartbeat, something needed, something yearned for.

Boys Rule and Girls Drool

For so long i have been subject to many inane, idiotic claims by a member of one gender or the other saying that they are superior to the other.
For so long it has driven me insane i decided to write what i have found out about the subject.

Firstly the misconception that boys think about nothing but sex is completely false
Also is the misconception that girls don't think about sex.
The reason this is so widely believed is because people refuse to speak 100% honestly about it.

This is how boys value sex.
Boys search for sexual gratification in different ways to girls, they search for the physical release associated with sex.
This is why boys enjoy sex, they enjoy it for the physicality of it, that's not to say boys want sex all the time, that's a small portion, this only says that its why we have sex.
As to why so many young and older men are sex crazed is personal to them, maybe they as a person do not value relationships and are purely searching for the climax whatever it is i don't know.
Regardless of what boys do with their relationships this is how they view the act of sex.

As to how girls value sex
Girls value the relationship associated with sex, of course their bodies also respond to the physical nature of sex but what they really value is the intimacy achieved with giving themselves so utterly to a person.
Through the adolescent years girls change their personalities (partially consciously and subconsciously) and whilst doing this they are seeing how people respond to their new persona, they are analysing (especially the way males) react to them.
During this time if they begin to have sex with a person they subconsciously make a note that the personality and acts they are making are making people respond to them in a positive way so they keep doing them this is as to why some girls have a lot of sex, its not for the physical act its for the love associated with having sex.
They value intimacy differently to boys not to say either is wrong or right just that we are different.

Boys yes are more openly sexually promiscuous or at least that is the wider believed standard.
Girls yes some times are very promiscuous but not for the reasons most people believe.

Girls are not Better than boys and nor are Boys better than girls
We are just different.

Huh Quite possibly

I love the teenage years
People always speak of how they believe they didnt have as much fun as they would have liked or that they wasted their years.
Because they sat there thinking "cant wait till i grow up" or something among those lines
The key to having a life fufilled, smell the flowers
Cliche much
Very

But true none the less, i mean i realise these are great years, these are the years where romance can be anywhere, the responsibilities you have are only the ones you choose to take upon yourself.
You think the world will end when she breaks up with you
You think the world will end if you fail this paper

The world ends when you start to believe those lies
Shes not your world, just a beautiful part of it
University isnt your life, its a tool

Define success for yourself and chase it

A boy came to the wisest of all men and asked "How might i have a life fufilled?"
He replied "See this spoon full of oil, take it around my palace and do not spill a drop"
The boy did as he was commanded and visited every room in the large palace and did not spill a single drop upon returning to the wise man he said
"I have done as you asked"
The wise man replied "Did you see the beautiful gardens or hanging tapestries on my walls?"
"No" replied the boy "My eyes were fixed upon the oil"
"Ahh" said the wise man "The secret to a life fufilled is to see all the tapestries and wonders of the world, without dropping the oil"

Admirable

There are a few people in my life who have very admirable qualities.
These people have something very special about them, something very, very impressive.
From a Christian standpoint at least

So often in our faith we are faced with problems that have two answers, one is what is called the 'right' thing to do, the thing that is more congruent to a healty faith.

The other is what would benefit ourselves personally on a non faith basis, what would make us feel good, or benefit financially or whatever.

There are people in my life that show the ability to choose the former over the latter, this shows so much determination and dedication to their faith.
They are working as we all should be, its something i really admire about people, rising above base desires in order to do what is right.

Another very admirable quality and one i wish i possessed is the ability to draw the line on relationships involving the opposite gender and faith.
Knowing how to offer help without making it a possible relationship, this sounds quite easy and i suppose vauge but its something i really admire

Yeah thats about it

Long Time

Its been a long time (since i lay with you in bed, Josh Kelley Almost Honest)since i last blogged.
Im in a very good mood atm, nothing amazing, faith back on track, cute girl i like, good stuff, school nearly finished, intermission coming up, yayness

Heart Break

It hurts so much to loose something you love.
But it hurts so much more, to have to give her up.
I mean its easy to understand if you get broken up with, theres no choice in the matter for you, you must move on.
But when you let them go, you start to regret it, you miss what was there, you miss the intimacy and try to replace it with false intimacy.
where the only thing that should fill the gap is

God

I miss Nicola so much but its for the best that it ended, although that gives me little comfort when I'm alone and have no one around to talk to, it is truth, it is fact.
I miss her, i just want to keep typing that, but whats more important is that i begin to move on, i just have to trust in God, and see what happens, put my life utterly in his hands