How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.
So at the end it makes you think of the beginning.
(It's that feeling of being alone in a house full of people, I have no one to talk to)
When I get a phone haha that will all change.
P.S I Missed you guys during super bowl!!! My house was all empty haha No hot WIngs no nothing hahah maan nothing seems right anymore L0L
Monday, February 2, 2009
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