i'm a bullet pointer. i've come to terms with this.
i would like to:
make beautiful music that strikes something like a maj9 chord inside people. i want them to feel all that is sad and tragic and hopeful and wonderful wrapped in a few snippets of melody and rhythm.
build friendships that are deep and consistent - friendships that don't need myspace party pictures to validate them. (note that on some level i'm jealous of the aforementioned pictures)
die emotionally, experientially, and intellectually convinced that Jesus Christ is the lover of my soul. i want to be crushed by the magnitude of his love. i want the kind of intimacy with the divine that st. augustine had. i'm nowhere close.
structure more of my conversation and thought in such a way that it reveals who i actually am as opposed to the person i want to portray myself as. i find i have too many hidden and usually subconscious agendas in everything i say or do, including this paragraph. don't i seem so transparent and self-analytical? don't you respect and love me for it? that's the cry of my desperately wicked subconscious. even in revealing itself it desires gratification and attention.
this may all be a ploy to get you to bring glory to myself. forgive me Jesus even if my only motivation for asking is to look good.
i would like to:
make beautiful music that strikes something like a maj9 chord inside people. i want them to feel all that is sad and tragic and hopeful and wonderful wrapped in a few snippets of melody and rhythm.
build friendships that are deep and consistent - friendships that don't need myspace party pictures to validate them. (note that on some level i'm jealous of the aforementioned pictures)
die emotionally, experientially, and intellectually convinced that Jesus Christ is the lover of my soul. i want to be crushed by the magnitude of his love. i want the kind of intimacy with the divine that st. augustine had. i'm nowhere close.
structure more of my conversation and thought in such a way that it reveals who i actually am as opposed to the person i want to portray myself as. i find i have too many hidden and usually subconscious agendas in everything i say or do, including this paragraph. don't i seem so transparent and self-analytical? don't you respect and love me for it? that's the cry of my desperately wicked subconscious. even in revealing itself it desires gratification and attention.
this may all be a ploy to get you to bring glory to myself. forgive me Jesus even if my only motivation for asking is to look good.
2 comments:
if you inserted poetry where the word music is, then i pretty much want the same things. and i totally hate myspace/xanga party pictures, as i want them. but they would suck if i was in them because i would just be scowling.
I laughed all the way through the second half of that. Well said, but don't let it get to your head.:P
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