weighty matters

i was looking for help, a bit like Mulan. In the scene I remember, she goes to the tomb of her Ancestors. That seems like a good source because who better to help you than your progenitors. Besides, in my class it has been suggested that our genes almost entirely determine/form who we are. This is what I found so far:

Henry was a fascinating character: initially blessed with good looks and stature; tremendous sporting prowess; a renaissance scholar revered by his subjects as ‘Bluff King Hal’. However, over the course of his 38-year reign, he underwent a dramatic personal metamorphosis to become a despotic, cruel and tyrannical sovereign, vile of temper and cursed by his deteriorating health 

I found solace in a song, too. It suggested that we must not place our worth in our appearance and such. Cause "When you look in the mirror so how do you choose?

Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But you never seem to run out of things to say" so, what you say seems to last, and it is actually indicative of what is in your thoughts, right?

nearly there

Life. 

*Sigh*

Taking tests for study a peculiar thing came into my thoughts. Actually, the thought has been developing as a result of all of my choices of study and experience, but it forcefully asserted itself, sorta how taking a testis a way I learn so I love getting things wrong, I never get that same thing wrong again because my attention is focused on what kept me from getting things perfect. 

Likewise, the test I have been taking was submitted and returned with corrections, and I definitely want my life to be perfect, but I am just about ready to repent and attempt that perfection again.

It is a Long Run. Not a speed race, thank goodness. This morning I was thinking about Sherem. Who? Oh, some guy who convinced a lot of people that he was write and he tried to prove how foolish faith is, but asserting that it was misplaced and said that he could prove it to them. He said that if there was a God then he would be able to give him a sign. Ha ha ha so he got it in a way that he knew that there was a God, and he tried to tell others, but it was useless. At least he knew, right? Well, he died. So, about him, I thought about the concept of deathbed repentance, or how it might not even do me any good to know what is true if I do not live to repent.

Still, more is involved than just me. Yesterday, I stumbled on a very insightful article that most of all, it taught me what my true place is, and what my actual obligation is. And that is what governs my choices not laws and structures of feigned accountability and honor....more later..

thoughts on Beauty

"....her Beauty will follow her wherever she goes." - Jack Johnson

I think the ocean is spectacular at turning surfers into musicians!

No one appreciates a stage while they are in it but seek perfection, yet, we somehow believe that perfection is a shared delusion (we want to look the same).
What we call confidence is that flickering moment where we feel content. I think somehoew that feeling is related to the notion of perfection.
Could it be that perfection is somehow feeling content with our trajectory? My thoughts are similar to the expressed adage of "The fun is in the journey, not the destination." along those lines we never meet a final destination, so we have created ones along the way and called it beauty.