Beauty is rarely in the eye of the beholder

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder".

This adage, always a sneeze on the shivery day of my mind, has never been as perceptible to me as it is now, "as a (wo)man thinks (s)he is, so is (s)he"... the power of faith, in anything really; belief in something, positive or negative, is profound. Personally I believe in God and appropriately, my faith is in Jesus.
But really the truth is what I do not have faith for, I cannot believe and what I cannot believe will not come alive; it will fester like the corpses of men who were ordained kings but died as slaves.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; funny thing is that it rarely is.

Why is it so easy to forget, to forget stuff? Why is it so easy to hide our tears behind our eyes and just laugh the day away?
What is it about music? Oh God, what is it about music that drives the soul crazy? What is it about music that brings down Your presence? Do You love music more than you do us? Why do I keep asking these stupid questions Father?
You know what, most people will diagnose Christians with schizophrenia if they really listened to our Christian stories; please don't listen to mine. What will you think of me after I tell you about my stories? What if I tell you I have talked with God! Talked with God, and not just talked to Him!
Is music a drug? Do we even know what we sing; did the Beatles REALLY understand what they sang about? Does George Micheal know what he's saying when he sings "Praying for Time"? Do I know what I'm saying right now? Am I just some weirdo who keeps writing trash? Do I ever know what I'm talking about?
Really I have not said anything yet, and I do not want to take you on a suspenseful ride. I don't just writing for the fun of it; I hardly do that, I just do it most of the time. Right now, I can only get a glimpse of something, I don't know what it is. Is it something God wants me to say?
Kind of random question: Who are you? Who are you? Do you know?

NASTY!!!!

How the heck am I supposed to know whether to play mellow music while writing poetry, or go workout, or stay in and read my Bible when I feel like doing all of them at the same time? Lord help me. Haha. I'm crazy, do You know that? Of course You do, but You get the point. Of course You do. Oh I'm rambling ain't I? Or should I have said, "am I not?" Lord thank You for making me laugh; You are a serendipitous God aren't You? Is that what You wanted me to find out? That everything works together for the good of those who love You; that my pain and weaknesses are made whole in Your love and strength? Ah, eternity has never smelled better; a keyboard has never felt sweeter. My backside hurts; I've been sitting down too long, haven't I? Does that mean I should go work out? I don't want to work out anymore; I just want to stay here and write something, maybe a poem, maybe continue my book, maybe...

I can't believe I haven't taken a shower; oh yes I can. Haha. I need to get stronger...for You...through You.

Diablo Rojo

I am sitting in a lab at school; I'm sitting on one of those spinning office chairs, and I just realized how comfortable they are. I'm reading Material Science, listening to Beethoven, nothing special. I just returned from a bathroom break (I love how awkward it is that people wonder what someone emerging from a toilet actually went in to do, you know, which one of the possible two...well, there are so many other options: pick your nose, check to make sure a friend is doing okay in there, burst a pimple, dance in front of the mirror; but that is besides the point. I find it funny that people find themselves involuntarily thinking which of the two someone did; or maybe I'm wrong, and the person who told me that he/she (for the sake of confidentiality) thinks that is a weirdo).
Anyways, have you ever thought about shaking hands with someone without knowledge of what the hand has been used for? In a way, the archaic elitist tradition of not shaking hands with "a commoner" is smart because I just saw a kid walk into one of the toilet stalls, do whatever he did (I don't really care which in this case), and walk right out without washing his hands.
Thank God I never shake hands with him.

Speaking of thanking God, Mat. Sci study seems to be going well considering that I have skipped two weeks of class, and so, something came over me and I started thanking God. Then, a small voice at the back of my mind asked,

Do you only thank God because you see what He is doing?