Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Rumi - World Poetry Blog Journal Entry 1

It's funny when you sit in front of a computer with three other students, watching a documentary.
Only to realize you're the only one interested.
You're the only one whose eyes aren't wandering. The only one who's not playing a game of tic-tac-toe or texting your best friend that you'll be "out of here soon."
You're not moaning.
You're not rolling your eyes.
You're not bored at all.

It's a long documentary for someone who has funner things to do, but it's almost entrancing.

The love that the translators had for Rumi's work is a beauty in itself. I've yet to begin reading, I've yet to begin reading the text, but I'm so excited.
I'm excited to begin the journey that is the power of love.
No longer will I be reading of the power of religion or God.
Instead, I will be reading the love for love itself.

There was a poem, though, that we read in World Poetry
And it explained the love for God.
As much as I appreciated it, it made me wish I loved God just the same, so that I could fully appreciate it.
I'll try to find that later.

Smoking and peer pressure.

February 22nd, 2010

Only a few times has anyone told me to smoke or offered me a cigarette.
Never have I been pressured into smoking and never has smoking seemed glorified in my eyes.
It was always something people did that had to be hidden.
Now I'm in college and SURPRISE, everyone smokes something.
Pot, Cigarettes, Hookah, etc.
Why? Most people tell me it's because it's the cool thing to do, they gave into peer pressure, or everyone else did it.
But college students don't have the money to be that cool, why do we really smoke? ("We" being college students, not necessarily you or me.)

Why do people smoke at all?
Smoking is bad. It may relieve stress, but so do other things, things that don't cause cancer.
Running relieves stress, and it's really good for people, Why don't we run?
Not everyone's a good runner, but smoking doesn't make it better.

Onto the point of this, because I'm not trying to argue.
Lately, I've been feeling pressured to smoke because so many people around me smoke, even if they don't say anything.
I'm not going to give in to peer pressure, because there are more negative effects of smoking than positive, but I was just wondering why this is in anyway something I would consider.
Why do people decide to smoke after knowing all of the bad consequences that are to follow?

Love, and it's definition.

21st of February

People shouldn't be able to tell you what love is.
The same way they shouldn't be able to tell you what sex is.
Or the same way they shouldn't be able to tell you what marriage is.

Words like this, situations such as these cannot be defined in a dictionary, or by one person.
People that think they can tell me what love is, or what sex or marriage is, are narrow-minded, and unable to conceive the fact that their definition is different from every other person's.

Whether or not love exists doesn't matter, what matters is that I believe in it.
If love is a "drug," then let me fall under it's influence when the time comes.
If I'm under the influence of that drug for the rest of my life, then I'll never know it hit me, and I'll never know that it "doesn't exist."

Just because intercourse is sex between a man and a woman doesn't mean that women are unable to have sex. It means that maybe the word "sex" is redefined for two women. Or two men.

A word is a word. But a definition can change.
Nobody can tell me that I'm wrong.
Nobody can ever tell me that I'm wrong concerning definitions such as these.
Thanks though, for trying to correct me.

First Blog away from Xanga.

I'm keeping Xanga for my depressing past.
I'm keeping this to be a little more grown up.
I'm going to move my blogs that are more up to speed with what I want to do here.
And then I won't feel so embarrassed showing my blog to people.
My Xanga was pretty embarrassing.