A Rebirth of Sorts

I’m blogging again. Nothing like angst to revive a dying desire to write.

Today we commemorate Christ’s greatest sacrifice in dying for His people. Just thinking about all the cruelty and pain out there, I wonder just how he could have carried that all on his shoulders. Imagine your own burdensome life and multiply that billions and then you begin to get an idea just how great He was. But anyway, enough about being trying to be religious and deep. Believe me, I tried… (for the sake Easter, I really did try). But on to topics that I actually have an authority on… life, and to be specific my life.

This Easter certainly brought about a new beginning. It wasn’t by choice, but I guess by the will of a greater power out there, all I really had to do was submit to the truth.

The truth really does set you free. This is of course after it stabs you in vital areas a couple of times. Afterwards you feel as free as a fucking amoeba. Sure, you’re free to move… but you’ve got no feet, you’ve got nowhere to go, and worst of all… you’re an amoeba! Amoebas don’t even have feelings.

I pray for a stealthy return to humanity.

It’s really funny how sometimes you find yourself in a fetal position, crying your heart out and looking up at the ceiling for God to give an answer when it hits you… you asked for this. It’s not how you envisioned it. To be more precise, it’s like a horror version of your romantic comedy. To be even more exact it’s like starring in Schindler’s List when you were thinking more… Jerry Maguire. But in the end you know that the character has developed and you acknowledge the fact that at some level this needed to happen.

Thanks to my art director friend who taught me that blogs do not have to make sense. There
is much freedom in chaos.