I forgot I was a human

So I thought I was going to get this posted earlier, but I obviously didn't, so now I am. Better late than never, right? This one is more personal than the others have been thus far. I said that I wasn't planning on posting personal things here, but I didn't really have a plan for this blog other than my thoughts. This blog is really an experiment for me and I don't know where its going to go or what it "should" look like until I try it out. 

Last week I was thinking about how I was constantly being reminded that I was in fact a human and nothing more. You see, I sometimes have a tendency to get lost in my own world and think that I am so completely awesome, but then I go out into the real world and reality comes crashing in and I realize that there are big limitations on what I can do. 

Being Sought and Seeking

Last night after church I was talking to a friend and during the course of our conversation the topic of relationships came up, specifically friendships during the teenage years. As we discussed this a bit they made the comment that thing about it was that everyone wants the same thing, to be sought. As soon as they said that I realized that it was such a profound and true statement of kids during those years. As I thought about it more though I realized that it was also quite true of adults. 


As I thought about it more I asked myself why it was that we even desire to be sought in the first place; what is it that is driving us to be sought after by others?

Pride and Prejudice

Before I start this post I should note that I changed the comment settings so that anyone can leave a comment, as long as you're a human of course. ;)


Since I am of the highest intelligence I decided that, in addition to a full course load, 2 jobs, and a Bonhoeffer biography, that I would also add Austen's Pride and Prejudice to my already full burden of work. It seemed a like a good idea at the time at least, and plus it allows me to try out my new nook that I got for Christmas. 


Anyway, I'm not real far in the book yet (chapter 9 of volume 1), but as I read this I can't help but think of the era in which this story takes place. I'm sure the novel idealizes things a bit, but it seems like such a perfect world and system. There are well defined roles for people in society and the people that are in those roles seem perfectly content to fulfill them; no one is trying usurp or rebel or anything like that, and things just move along perfectly. No one seems rushed or in a hurry; they seem to have plenty of time to get things done and plenty of time (and will) to invest in developing relationships with others.

Who and How

I was thinking today about how sometimes people will ask themselves the question: "Who am I?" Or perhaps they may say it the form a statement: "I don't know who I am." I was always puzzled by this question because I never understood how someone could even ask this question in the first place.