March 2012
10 posts
Childhood
to me, among other definitions, means the time spent doing nothing in particular for no particular reason. Time spent without the awareness of its passing. Going on little unplanned adventures, because everything seemed adventurous then.
What is the difference between then and now, though? Why do I feel there is such a riff, a difference between the time I had and the time I have? Obviously, I...
“YOU ARE NOT A BODY
YOU ARE A SOUL
YOU HAVE A BODY”
– C.S. Lewis
more you own, more owns you
The 3x3ft. pile of clothing in my closet evokes a sort of fear in me when I look at it. These clothes that for some reason are worth my time and concern have come to overwhelm me. I am overwhelmed not only by their presence, but also by all that I have invested into them. All of the thinking and planning, all of the money spent… for what reason? I know that I can answer my own question: I...
