Discretion.

Life is like a fire. There will be moments of burning passion and sometimes the fire almost dies out, but it's  better to have a warm bed of coals and a steady flame, than a raging inferno.

"Is that the way it should be?"

"It's not so much how you deal with the highs and lows, but how you face the day after."

We all want the same revolution, but are still afraid of change....


"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

You and life remain beautiful...

When I was younger sometimes my Mom would ask me a silly question. I call it a silly question because the question merits such an obvious answer, that the question itself is negated in the very asking. It would be like asking the wind if he was afraid of heights, or a fish if he enjoyed swimming. Yet the question was asked all the same, and truthfully, I say that the question was asked (at least I think) simply to provoke me. To what I'm not sure, but it sure did.

The question was..
"Tyler, is there anything that you do enjoy?"

Now of course, everytime I was asked this question I would be taken aback due to the aforementioned reasoning. How am I suppose to answer that? Such a loaded question merits no answer, so I often wouldn't.

That's the the strange thing about communication, it often fails in the simple act of being carried out. It's much like  how the breeze on the back of your neck chills you to the bone while it also reminds you of everything that's worth fighting for in this world.  Equally as strange is the fashion that communication ties into everything it takes notice of. Take joy for example. All my life, I've been told that happiness is a choice one makes of one's own power. I was told that happiness is something that comes because you choose to see it.

"Happiness is a firecracker sittin' on my headboard, happiness was never mine to hold. Careful child, light the fuse and get away, cause happiness throws a shower of sparks."

I've decided that is a false statement, for one simple reason; and that reason is simply because joy is an illusion, or at least "joy" in the sense that many always speak of.

"Joy" is an illusion because people think of it as an attainable goal. Many consider joy a state of being, or maybe even a way of thinking which stands apart from others. All of these ideas are false. True joy is found only in motion. It's the journey in route rather than the location to be reached. Joy is the train, Love is the ticket, Blood is the wheels, and Heaven's where I'm heading. With His help, I'll get there someday. Until then I'm going to enjoy the view.

I had to say some hard things to you today, and you'll probably never forgive me. But if you read this, at least know...

If this was our destiny I'd treasure the fact,
And I'd give you whats left of me if I'd held back.
I miss you now,
I loved you,
And I know things could still be worse.

You and life remain beautiful...

Romans 3:25-26

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3ICASGpJDw


"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

Your mind is like a candle stick, and my ambitions are constantly burning out...

Can the dead see everything we do? If they can, I wonder if they cringe when we step out of line. Imagine that those who passed on before us know how every nuance of our conduct will play out. I'm not quite comfortable with the thought of my great-grandparents knowing my every thought; they probably would think me shallow and naïve, and the shame of it is they'd be right. I can't even fathom how much time I waste in pursuing that which will profit me nothing. It's even a greater shame when I can see when I've wasted my time.

Lord, I don't understand You or Your ways, but I trust You with my future.

 Could You ask those who are watching over me to be patient?

Lamentations 3:25-28

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."

Autonomy.

"I've always wanted to throw money at a problem!"

"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."