Knowing and not knowing. Ignorance is bliss. You want the truth? You can't handle the truth. Who decided this? Why is honesty so hard? Yeah, sure, you tell so called "little white lies" in order to preserve somebody's feelings, but are you actually preserving their feelings, or yours? In most cases, honesty is all I've asked for, but I don't know how much of the time I get it. There are times when I know for sure that someone is being completely honest to me, I just wish it was always. Why can't you give me your real, and totally honest opinion of me? Don't fake friendship to fulfill some sort of false sense of morality in the pit of your stomach. I'd rather know why someone hates than why they faked liking me. To "put up" with someone isn't to be their friend. I don't know how many people actually do this, but by lying to others, aren't you in turn lying to yourself? I also believe that by hating someone, you must care about them to some degree, but that's for another rant.
Let's be honest, who hasn't lied? EVERYONE lies. We all might as well be politicians for as much as we lie. To get out of a previous engagement, to get out of work, a relationship, whatever, we've all lied. I can say I've lied, but I can also say I have probably been far more honest so far than a lot of people have been their entire lives, and I'd be lying right now if I pretended I had more in my mind right now to keep going, but I am tired, I want to listen to music, relax, and figure out what I'm going to do about my current situation with people and their false assumptions of me. This post wasn't so much insightful as it was just me releasing a bit of steam.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Who or what is God to you?
Were you raised in Catholic household? Perhaps Christian? Methodist? Muslim? Since birth, has your family imposed some sort of belief in this Almighty and Holy being known by only three letters simply as God and/or perhaps a book called the Bible? Where do you come in? Do you continue on this path of something you have been taught as you have grown up just because you're used to it? Are your opinions based on what you grew up with, belief, faith, or just a fear of there being nothing after you die?
I was baptized Catholic (How many of you knew this?). I was raised somewhat Catholic, I suppose, with God present. His name was there. We did the cross "Father, Son, Holy Spirit" thing. I prayed. We didn't go to church often, but I prayed. As I got older, my mother started going to a Christian church, and so did I. For me, waking up on Sunday morning to go to church was more of a chore than something I found satisfying. I guess the only reason I liked going to that particular church was because I was of the age where I was with all the other children, and they had board games and video games for us to play. This message of God, these words from the Bible, all of it seemed foreign and uninteresting to me. I never really cared, and it never really made sense. So starting early, I pretty much abandoned organized religion, or any form of religion, really. This "Bible" book is a great work of creative writing to me, but nothing more. It holds nothing of truth or relevance to my world (but I respect whatever relevance it holds in yours).
There was another piece of the puzzle though, and it's name was God. Instead of giving another autobiographical anecdote about why, I'll just jump straight to the point and say that for years, I've believed in THEE God. The same God everyone talks about. Creator of the Universe, the Earth, Life. Everything. Ruler of Heaven. The Big Guy. The Lord. Our Father. God. Only in the past couple of years, really, have I dissected this entire concept of "God" and examined it piece by piece to figure out what he/she/it means to me, and I've yet to figure it out. Now, first and foremost, I do not need anyone to "save" me, that's all religion speaking. Secondly, as stated before, I do not care for your "bible" or what's written in it, so forget the book. I went through my phases of "I don't believe in God, per se, but I do believe in some kind of Higher Being." Agnostic, they call it. Well, apparently, agnostic means "without knowledge", which I highly resent. If I am to make a decision on what I believe, it is going to be not only with knowledge, but a lot of thought and myself is going to go into this decision. So, at that point, I decided, "well...just forget it for now." Then, not so long ago, I decided that I am going to believe or I'm not going to believe, and I decided that I was going to believe. Atheists, they call them. I would have to continue to lie to myself if I said I didn't believe in any sort of God, but rather, in nothing. Who am I to claim that he doesn't exist? Then again, who are you to claim that he does? So there goes that. Let's go back to square one and figure it out. I've always thought that one's idea of who or what "God" is was a personal one, but I haven't figured out how to define it for myself. I assumed the role of Atheist and it kind of stuck, and people still assume that's where I am at, but honestly, that was short lived. Then yesterday, in fact only hours ago, I read the script to a play/short film a good friend of mine had just finished writing a couple days ago.
It is simply entitled God. It is short, but bountiful. It is an examination of one of countless theories about what happens after we pass on from this Earth. It follows a man, whose name we do not know and do not find out, after he has died at a relatively young age. He is in what he thinks is Heaven, waiting to see God, which he does soon thereafter. He has his conversations with God, raises questions, and his temper, about why things that have happened during his life, and now his death, have happened. Conversations are had with questions answered and explanations given. Then, the play ends with a monologue from God. It is more so the context of the dialogue than the actual premise that I related to very much so. It outed some of the thoughts I've had in my head about the subject and has caused me to examine these thoughts more closely. I still haven't decided what I believe or what God is to me, but I know eventually I will. Either way, we all die eventually, don't we?
I was baptized Catholic (How many of you knew this?). I was raised somewhat Catholic, I suppose, with God present. His name was there. We did the cross "Father, Son, Holy Spirit" thing. I prayed. We didn't go to church often, but I prayed. As I got older, my mother started going to a Christian church, and so did I. For me, waking up on Sunday morning to go to church was more of a chore than something I found satisfying. I guess the only reason I liked going to that particular church was because I was of the age where I was with all the other children, and they had board games and video games for us to play. This message of God, these words from the Bible, all of it seemed foreign and uninteresting to me. I never really cared, and it never really made sense. So starting early, I pretty much abandoned organized religion, or any form of religion, really. This "Bible" book is a great work of creative writing to me, but nothing more. It holds nothing of truth or relevance to my world (but I respect whatever relevance it holds in yours).
There was another piece of the puzzle though, and it's name was God. Instead of giving another autobiographical anecdote about why, I'll just jump straight to the point and say that for years, I've believed in THEE God. The same God everyone talks about. Creator of the Universe, the Earth, Life. Everything. Ruler of Heaven. The Big Guy. The Lord. Our Father. God. Only in the past couple of years, really, have I dissected this entire concept of "God" and examined it piece by piece to figure out what he/she/it means to me, and I've yet to figure it out. Now, first and foremost, I do not need anyone to "save" me, that's all religion speaking. Secondly, as stated before, I do not care for your "bible" or what's written in it, so forget the book. I went through my phases of "I don't believe in God, per se, but I do believe in some kind of Higher Being." Agnostic, they call it. Well, apparently, agnostic means "without knowledge", which I highly resent. If I am to make a decision on what I believe, it is going to be not only with knowledge, but a lot of thought and myself is going to go into this decision. So, at that point, I decided, "well...just forget it for now." Then, not so long ago, I decided that I am going to believe or I'm not going to believe, and I decided that I was going to believe. Atheists, they call them. I would have to continue to lie to myself if I said I didn't believe in any sort of God, but rather, in nothing. Who am I to claim that he doesn't exist? Then again, who are you to claim that he does? So there goes that. Let's go back to square one and figure it out. I've always thought that one's idea of who or what "God" is was a personal one, but I haven't figured out how to define it for myself. I assumed the role of Atheist and it kind of stuck, and people still assume that's where I am at, but honestly, that was short lived. Then yesterday, in fact only hours ago, I read the script to a play/short film a good friend of mine had just finished writing a couple days ago.
It is simply entitled God. It is short, but bountiful. It is an examination of one of countless theories about what happens after we pass on from this Earth. It follows a man, whose name we do not know and do not find out, after he has died at a relatively young age. He is in what he thinks is Heaven, waiting to see God, which he does soon thereafter. He has his conversations with God, raises questions, and his temper, about why things that have happened during his life, and now his death, have happened. Conversations are had with questions answered and explanations given. Then, the play ends with a monologue from God. It is more so the context of the dialogue than the actual premise that I related to very much so. It outed some of the thoughts I've had in my head about the subject and has caused me to examine these thoughts more closely. I still haven't decided what I believe or what God is to me, but I know eventually I will. Either way, we all die eventually, don't we?
My Name is Erick
My name is Erick. You may know this, or you may not. If you do not know this, then hello. If you do know this, then take a moment and think about what you know about me. What you actually know. Is it much?
The world is full of humans, and being such, we follow the inherit laws of human nature. It is the way we act because it is the way we are. When we meet new people, we have first impressions. First impressions are usually a determiner of what we think of that person, what we will think of that person, and whether we will get to know them or not. People are so busy these days, they hardly have enough time to get to know themselves, let alone other people, and that is something that is hard to deal with. A person will take what little time they have spent with another person to decide who that person is. They will make assumptions and base any opinions thereafter on those assumptions. Try and dig deeper, and you may find that people are more (or, sometimes unfortunately, less) than you thought they were.
Here, on this blog, I will lay out my full and (almost always) unbiased opinions on whatever subject matter strikes me that day. Things that, if you know me, we can talk about, but probably never do.
Hello, my name is Erick, but there is far more to me than just my name.
The world is full of humans, and being such, we follow the inherit laws of human nature. It is the way we act because it is the way we are. When we meet new people, we have first impressions. First impressions are usually a determiner of what we think of that person, what we will think of that person, and whether we will get to know them or not. People are so busy these days, they hardly have enough time to get to know themselves, let alone other people, and that is something that is hard to deal with. A person will take what little time they have spent with another person to decide who that person is. They will make assumptions and base any opinions thereafter on those assumptions. Try and dig deeper, and you may find that people are more (or, sometimes unfortunately, less) than you thought they were.
Here, on this blog, I will lay out my full and (almost always) unbiased opinions on whatever subject matter strikes me that day. Things that, if you know me, we can talk about, but probably never do.
Hello, my name is Erick, but there is far more to me than just my name.
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