From December

Nobody wants to live forever. Even if they could, there would be the realization that, after some period of time, they’d discover they are infinitely alone. Fortunately, we have the blessing of being alone for a finite period of time. If you really think about it, this rings true of our lives; step by step, we reach the echelons of eternity, meeting many along the way, but the journey is our own. Steps in the sand are quickly washed away by the rising tide; the destructive force of time, longing to take away everything we’ve worked so hard to accomplish in order to teach us the critical lesson of discovering that which is really important.

On the other side, who are we to know what is really important? The screaming cry of a baby makes me cringe, while warming the heart of a new mother. Soaring city towers make me gasp in awe, while curling the tight sneer of one opposed to capitalism.

In the past, I didn’t like the idea that everything is open to interpretation. To this day, I still don’t believe it. It doesn’t matter how firm your thinking is, you will die if you jump off a cliff. I’d love to see one of those Law of Attraction individuals find a solution for that one…

If salvation is an undeserved gift, why is it granted only to those who ‘ask’ for it and not those who have never asked for it? If there is nothing one of us could to somehow earn forgiveness from G-d for our sins, how are we any closer to receiving this salvation than somebody who has never asked? Personally, the $100 bill is much sweeter when given to the person who truly needs it, rather than somebody who feels entitled to it because they asked…

Life is quite good. Work has kept me incredibly busy and I’m looking forward to burying myself for the next three weeks doing nothing but work, read, blog, work out, and sleep in between spurts of Starbucks coffee. I

While I’m looking forward to going back to Los Angeles, I can’t say it feels like home. Truth be told, I can’t say anywhere feels like home.


  1. June 12, 2011 at 4:52 pm

    C’est profound.

  2. June 12, 2011 at 7:23 pm

    Je ne parle fran├žais

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