wounded warrior

A fellow journeyman struggling to rediscover his first love. These are my tears, my wounds, my struggles, and my questions. May, as the saints of old have said, they be the tools other's lives are built on.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Finding Forester

I am doing an exercise from one of my favorite movies, Finding Forester.  Forester tells the kid to write and write and write.  Do I write for me or for you....That is the discussion I am having at the moment with some friends.  There is no point to writing a book if no one reads it....really?  I wonder about that.  Can you have something so compelling to say that you need to say it even if no one hears?  Is it the same with music?  Ahhhhh I have to keep writing non-stop.

So today at work I received a 25 dollar bonus.  Completely unexpected.  I have been getting extreme favor at work over the last few months.  It is really strange.  I also have gotten an opportunity to work at another kitchen.  God is really moving right now...I don't get it.


I am excited to be going back to school.  People are asking me if I will use this degree and I have to ask again what does using the degree even mean.  The way I see it, my degree influences everything I say, I do, I see, I feel.  It influences every thought I have.

A friend is knitting something, but he doesn't know what it is.  He just keeps knitting and saying that he will figure out what it is supposed to be when he is done.  That is the way I live my life...in the moment.  The journey is the life...the reason.  I have another friend that gets annoyed by people who say stuff like that.  He gets annoyed by a lot of things....especially waiting.  He has a destination and pushes everything out of the way to get there.  Take for example his waking up habits.  He is always in a stance of go go go in the mornings.  He says that if he stops he is fall back asleep...so he is always going and going 100 mph.  It kind of saddens me.  He is always in such a hurry that he can't enjoy himself.  I don't know that last time he ever had breakfast ways.  Stuff like that really gets to me.  I look at the journey and all you see and experience and learn as having as much or more weight than getting the to end goal itself.

15 minutes and I am still writing.  Should I stop.  I don't know I am really enjoying writing this...speed thoughts.  It has been a long time since I spit my thoughts out like this.  But alas all good things must come to an end.  I have one question with that though...why?

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