Cracks

"The little cracks they escalate it, before we knew it was too late."

--Glen Hansard

The inevitable

The only certain thing in life is change. It is inevitable. Time is always trudging forward, with or without our bidding. We cannot stop it. Though we may try with words and actions, weak and paltry they always fall against the crushing inevitability of time and change. It will come. We can either step forward along the road of existence, accepting the inevitable, or always fighting against the treadmill of time. Treadmills suck.

Attention...

We all want it. Attention. Desperately. Some more than others, but we all crave it. Attention. People yearn to be noticed, appreciated, understood. We are always seeking it...always.

The unwanted converstation...

It's amazing really. The unwanted conversation. You can see it coming--a person cocks their hip to the side, or rests their elbows on something for support--the signs of settling-in. It's painfully inevitable and seemingly unavoidable. And it often seems to occur when you are in the least mood for conversing, and it is always that person who you know doesn't comprehend the universal "leave me alone" language. You can see them continuing to talk, but at a certain point into the conversation, you have ceased to listen, simply wishing internally that they would you leave you the hell alone so you can write your paper, or read your book, or simply not talk to them anymore...I'm a horrible person, I know.

Relationships are Arbitrary

I am becoming more and more convinced that romantic entanglements are purely arbitrary. Perhaps this sentiment springs from cynical embitterment; however, I am confident it is based partially, if not entirely, in reality. I am continually amazed at the people who end up together. Really. Also, it astounds me to observe the people who so quickly transition from one relationship to another, non-pulsed. It almost seems that the person, that "significant other" is not the issue, but rather, they are simply a need-filler. We all possess a deep, etched hole within us that we attempt to fill with something--and often times it is a relationship. People seem to be, from my jaded perspective, indiscriminate when it comes to their romantic endeavors. Seemingly, anyone will do. We simply want someone to fill that hole. Tragic. Perhaps. True. I have no idea. I simply observe and draw my cynical conclusions.

Expectations

Life is pregnant with expectancy. We live and function within this realm of hope, expectation, longing. We hope for tomorrow, expect great things from the world, and long for what we cannot yet foresee. So much of what we do, our mental state, our emotions, our energies are tied up in the game of expectations. Expectations can both exalt and crush. With expectations comes the possibility joy and satisfaction, but likewise the sad reality of disappointment. Expectations are a fact of life, but we choose just how we will react to the results of our expectations. Paul encourages believers to be content, irregardless of circumstance. Expectations are circumstantial, inevitable, but circumstantial. We have a choice. We can still hope, expect, long, etc. but ultimately in remains within out power whether we will be exalted or no. Expectations are fact, but likewise our reactions. Choice. The beauty and terror of humanity.

The transition of "knowing"

Everyone experiences the transition of "knowing" with someone else at some point in life. It is that period, that moment of transition that occurs between knowing and not knowing a person. You can know a person for example, casually like an acquaintance, but at some decisive moment, a change occurs. Generally, both parties feel this change innately, a definite shift. The threshold crossed is an almost imperceptible barrier, but a barrier nonetheless, and when it is crossed, there is no returning to the land of "not knowing"--it's all knowing from thence on out--and once knowing and being known, who would want to return to that land of "not knowing?" I honestly don't know...