I saw this story and thought if it’s called the XBox, wouldn’t it make sense to call the portable player the YBoy?
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Some might say there’s something about a thunderstorm that speaks to a man, i’m of the mind that there ain’t much about a thunderstorm that doesn’t.
The raw power of the lightning and the shock of the thunder combined with the unrelenting fall of water from the sky awes the spirit, and yet for all it’s danger, there’s something inside that just makes you want to go stand in it. Which i just did. In western symbolism such events mark rebirth, and though i don’t believe much has changed since i first noticed that there was lightning in the eastern sky, i feel different. A thunderstorm has a way of making you feel small, reminding you of the smallness of your life and how quickly it could be gone. And yet in that is the reminder that you are, in truth, alive. And so now i’m standing in my kitchen typing on a laptop that shouldn’t be here drinking hot chocolate in fresh clothing and trying to figure out if i’m ready for the perspective i’ve been avoiding for the past month.
I’ve been struggling mightily with the desire to be that which i will be some day. My mind keeps straying back to Tom Shakely’s sophomore english class and the poem Patient Trust by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin S.J.
Above all, trust in the slow work of God.
We are all, quite naturally,
impatient in everything to reach the end
without delay.
We should like to skip
the intermediate stages.
We are impatient of being
on the way to something unknown,
something new,
and yet it is the law of all progress
that is made by passing through
some stages of instability-
and that it may take a very long time.
And so I think it is with you.
Your ideas mature gradually –
let them grow,
let them shape themselves,
without undue haste.
Don’t try to force them on,
as though you could be today
what time will make you tomorrow.
Only God could say what this new spirit
gradually forming within you will be.
Give our Lord the benefit of believing
that his hand is leading you
and accept the anxiety of
feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.
It’s been nearly 5 years since i warmed a seat in room 402, and i would say i’m a very different person than i was then. I don’t know if i would recognize me as me except for the skinny awkwardness and the pride. And as i look back there’s so many things that have been great, even the things that hardly seemed great at the time. But as i look forward i don’t even want to see the next 2 weeks much less the next 2 years, i just want to be who i’m going to be, instead of being who i am.
Spring break is next week, and i’m looking forward to the opportunity to just relax and figure out what i’m doing with this life. And ask what i should be doing.
In other news, i can’t find my cell phone, which pretty much has me stressed out ridiculously.