tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623801729827948892024-02-08T04:36:04.290-08:00Aint no Thing.A Blog About My Thoughts, And Life.Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-87237179833099759942012-09-01T22:57:00.001-07:002012-09-01T23:08:52.374-07:00That awkward moment, when you google, "easiest ways to commit suicide.<br />
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if you come up with an answer, let me know. i'm always open to it.Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-52959685374960648162011-01-28T15:11:00.000-08:002011-01-28T15:16:33.622-08:00A new world, A new life, A new blog.Okay, so I know I do not have many... errr any readers of my blog. And if you do read this, you probably could be spending you time a little wiser.<div><br /></div><div>Anyways, I am moving back out to the Westend, rooming with my two brothers, Josh and Dan.</div><div>Working from home for Advanced Automation... and I decided to start a new blog about DOT DOT DOT </div><div><br /></div><div>Stupid things people say, while under the impression that I care. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes that is right, it is going to happen, at least 5 days a week I will write at least one stupid, or seriously depressive quote from a conversation of that day... and do not worry.. I WILL use quotes I hear everywhere... Walmart checkout lady, 7-Eleven Indian guy, Church Pastor, Feminists, Brothers, Friends, Rapists, News anchors and YES, even blonds... not in any particular order.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just know, that by spending my free time doing this for you all... it shows that I really do care about you, and about your happiness. And the economy.</div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-75502451368490991662010-04-16T12:36:00.001-07:002010-04-16T12:49:26.840-07:00As I move along...The year is 2010, 20 years have gone by, hundreds of places, thousands of people...<div>Turmoil, peace, horror, pain, joy, Glorious, Love...</div><div><br /></div><div>Lord, my life is in your hands, my direction is in your plan, my wellbeing in your heart.</div><div>God, I've tried and failed, I've done what I've wanted to do, I've gone where I've wanted to go.</div><div>Abba I'm lost and scared, I'm afraid to move on. I want you in my life, I want to live in Love.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hold me in your arms, Closer than I've ever been. Open my eyes, so I can walk by your Light.</div><div>Lord God, Abba Father, teach me your ways, guide me through the paths of righteousness.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to live a Holy life, I want to strive to be Righteous, I long to see your face.</div><div>The cry of MY heart, is to know you more, to live in your Love, to walk as you would walk.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jesus, teach me to love as you loved, not according to my eyes, my own selfish intentions.</div><div>Teach me to love with God's love, to see their hearts, to love their souls. </div><div>Open my eyes, open my heart, let your Spirit fill my temple, and guide me in your ways.</div><div><br /></div><div>Let my life have meaning, let me Live in your ways. </div><div>At the end I want you to say, "Well done, Good and Faithful Servant."</div><div><br /></div><div>Amen.</div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-42611617888064827022010-04-08T12:18:00.000-07:002010-04-08T12:21:47.431-07:00Been a while...It's humorous to me that I haven't written anything on my blog recently, because so many things are going on in my life.<div><br /></div><div>awesome things and crazy stuff...</div><div><br /></div><div>and me, Benjamin Alloway, has writers block...</div><div><br /></div><div>it's the craziest thing! I cannot put into words the great things, and the wacky things, that are going on... soooooo </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>To Be Continued...</i></b></div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-75625235510499366042010-03-17T21:15:00.000-07:002010-03-17T21:16:03.314-07:00Life less Ordinary,<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; ">I always thought, of myself of my life of what I wanted, as Romantic…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Some people hold high opinions of themselves, of their future successes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Me, since I can remember, all I’ve wanted was someone, a love to call my own.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I wanted to get married, settle down, to live for my wife, for my kids, their future would secure my own.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">But what I’ve come to realize, although not wanting too, is that living for that dream, for someone else.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I was missing out on my own life, on happiness now, on living a young person’s life, not for the future.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I relied too much on other people to make me happy, making sure everyone around me was enjoying life, I missed out on life… Or so it seems, Part of me wants to explode from this life I’ve built myself, and be my own person living for myself, having fun, living each day for that day. But a bigger part of me, just wants to wait, for that person, to please that person, to make my family happy.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I love, loving people, I know the reason God put me here on earth is to love with His love.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">But the problem I’m having with this is that, It is near impossible to love with God’s love, when you are not living for Him completely, even when you are, parts of yourself are in your love for others.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">What I think I mean by this is that, when I love others completely, but I do not love myself the way I love others, I end up sunk. I put my feelings emotions love onto people, instead of securing them in God.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Basically end story, I sit at home and write this,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">My brain is impossible to understand, how I work is a marvel to myself, I have no idea what God was smoking when he created me, but this I do know… He created me for a reason, He created me like THIS for a reason, and although I have only had a small glimpse into what that may be, I know I can, and should trust him to bring me to the point of using me for whatever I was meant to be used for. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I always saw myself getting married young, I’m a one woman man, and by that I mean one and done. I am not the dating type, I fall in love way to easily. But each day that passes, I realize more and more, that I may be quite older before I actually get married, before I settle down, and have those kids, and have that family… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I need to know who I am fully before I take on the responsibility of love, of marriage, of family. Sucks because as I said before, I’m extremely complicated, I have no idea how long it’ll take for me to be figured out, but I have a sneaking suspicion that God knows exactly when I will figure that out, and exactly when I should be, and will be married, and when I will find that One woman for this man.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Love having a God who is Omniscient. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-51845253992657863212010-03-14T20:32:00.000-07:002010-03-14T20:33:28.667-07:00Found this, it means a lot to me...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">"My words are nothing anymore, I can't describe how I feel about you. so I'll just point a few things out; your smile, oh heavens that smile, it's all there, teeth hanging out unashamed fully devoted bright bright smile. Your laugh, rocking back doesn't matter who is there, what was said, you want to laugh, you laugh, You make my day, when I can make you laugh. Your eyes; are not windows but skylights to your soul because I feel like I’m looking up to the sky when I look into your eyes. Your thoughtfulness, your caring sincere heart, hidden not to far inside that open personality, I see it, I notice your motives, I love your intentions. But above all these, this endless list, Is how you make me feel. Around you I am myself, I'm not afraid, I laugh, I smile, I love. You seem to be unaware of your Beauty, both inside and out, so I just want to say to THE most beautiful Woman Alive, I love you."</span>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-17810815747318638992010-02-15T14:23:00.000-08:002010-02-15T14:35:10.939-08:00Chang you can believe in...Friday night this last weekend, I was hanging out with a Good friend of mine, we were eating some Chic-fil-a talking about things of all nature, women, School, work, friends but more importantly God...<div><br /></div><div>I was telling him about this girl I know, and how she makes me feel... basically the outcome of the conversation was of this nature... </div><div><br /></div><div>If we rely on one person or a anyBODY or anyTHING to fill us, to fill that Hole is our hearts, we will always be disappointed, we will always be let down...</div><div><br /></div><div>We have to fill our Hearts, Live for God.. Cliche in the christian world.. but SO true.. Although I've KNOWN about that for as long as I can remember, it hasn't been real to me until now. what it means to trust on God, to have faith in Him, and what he has for you...</div><div><br /></div><div>Having Faith is the start to being happy, and living a joy filled life. another is Repentance...</div><div>Confessing and asking forgiveness for your sins, leads to joy, TRUST ME.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Friday night after this talk, I was lying in bed, and trying to fall asleep.. but I feel something, someone tugging on my heart, I was very sad at that point, so I just threw down my defenses, my walls.. and said "God I need you, Jesus come now! I need you now! Come take my heart make it whole, " I proceeded to confess my sins, ranging as far as two years back.. it's been a LONG time since I've talked to God, on a REAL level.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mainly because I've had this fear, like He's ask me to do all these things, and I didn't want to do them... well He MET ME THAT NIGHT.. and healed me, and... asked me to do those things, i'd been dreading.... but this time, this time i was ready.. I dropped my pride, I walked by faith.. I did those things, as costly to myself as they were... </div><div><br /></div><div>let me tell you what... that verse that says unless we fall into the ground and die, we stay alone, but if we do we will bear much fruit.... welllllll let me tell you.. the more of Myself I give up every day, the more He takes over, and the more fruit I can bear for HIM...</div><div><br /></div><div>I was for SOME ODD reason, waiting on Him this whole time, to change me... when it all that needed to be done, was to Go as I was, as I am, to his feet and ask for forgiveness and Guidance.. Everyday I wake up with His spirit, Everyday I want to live for Him.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Jesus, thank you Lord.</div><div>For giving me something to live for.</div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-17358759239417729022010-02-09T22:29:00.000-08:002010-02-09T22:47:43.189-08:00Wisdom<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">I had a short yet interesting talk with JK after 1822, about what Scoob talked about. We were in slight disagreement with his vision of living a Poor in spirit life, or really his verse usage.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">After talking with JK, a few things stood out, that we agreed on, what I believe. When taking a verse out of scripture, reading a passage, we have to take it WITH the context that in-bodies it. you can't take a verse like, Matthew 19:24 says, "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">which at first glance at just that verse, your like, Crap.. so if i make some money here, I aint gettin into no pearly gates? False, also False is the mentality that we have to be poor to make it.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">read the rest.... Matthew 25-26 "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">When his disciples heard it, they were exceedingly amazed, saying, Who then can be saved? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">"</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">This along with extensive research on this topic, and many like it... I've come to the conclusion that: </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Geneva, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> We don't have to be Physically poor, or a child, or even spiritually poor.. does God want us to be weak spiritually?</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">What is said in all these passages and m any more, by my understanding, is that God wants us to be all these, YES. But not Physically, he wants us to take on the mentality of being poor, Not focusing on the wealth of this world, this life, He wants us to lose our life in order to gain it for eternity. not physically, mentally </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">We need to live as a dead man lives, not caught up in this world, not caught up in money, prestige, worldly such things. He wants us to view the world as children do, see only His vision for us, and the world that we inhabit.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">" John 12:24</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;"> Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FFFF;">" Matthew 18:3</span></span></span></span></span></div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-7055608751873539212010-02-07T21:30:00.000-08:002010-02-07T21:42:38.894-08:00Maturity...I recently had a talk with a GOOD friend of mine, one who I don't take advice from often, and who i probably should start taking advice from...<div><br /></div><div>We were talking about girls, and it got to the subject of maturity, and how, well I'm not very mature.</div><div><br /></div><div>well most people who know me, know I am very very Prideful.. When i heard him tell me my faults and where i needed to grow, I saw myself getting upset, yet I didn't... I saw his point, I saw his love for me, and that he wasn't trying to dis me, but help..</div><div><br /></div><div>Maturity, not being an adult, but really its seeing that there are greater things in the world than yourself, what you want. it's being able to see what is wrong with your life and fixing it, being able to take a stand, find what you believe in and live for it.</div><div><br /></div><div>fixating on little things, and making yourself seem less, or more, is not mature. I have a problem with that, I take things TOO seriously, I haven't been the greatest friend because of it... had this opinion of myself, and it seems to be wrong. who i want to be, and who I have become, are two different things.. I now see that, now</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm working on becoming Ben, Ben Alloway,... now Josh, not Benny, not Bengie not these alternate personalities I portray to be accepted, or loved... I want to be Ben.</div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-91170179128467336702010-02-03T23:07:00.000-08:002010-02-04T09:04:05.093-08:00Something about nothing, something about you and me.Words are a funny thing, so many languages so many words. Big words, small words, sad words, funny words, words words words...<div><br /></div><div>Point; interesting to me, is how words can do so many things, simplest of words, can make a bigger impact than an atomic bomb. The most thought out, well defined, perfect word, can leave someone uninterested...</div><div><br /></div><div>Reason; Words mean more than we give credit. "sticks and stone can break my bones, but words can never hurt me." words to live by, yet mean so much, and mean nothing at the same time... words DO hurt, words Also heal, energize, invigorate, teach, and do many more things. We just need to learn how to use them.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I love you." some say the three most powerful words in the dictionary, right next to "Honey, I'm Pregnant." </div><div><br /></div><div>I think my main point here is, we have a weapon we wield, our tongue. The Bible even talks of such things, "Keep your tongue from evil, and your lips from speaking lies<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;">." Psalm 34:13</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Just because it is a weapon doesn't mean its bad. Indiana Jones used a Smith and Wesson to shoot a Sword Wielding Lunatic to save Marion... </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We can use our words, our voices, our Instruments of peace. For God, for our brothers and sisters, friends and families, even people we don't know. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Words are just words unless spoken with conviction, then and only then they become so much more." </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:14px;"><br /></span></span></div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-68520911553780446352010-01-31T19:35:00.001-08:002010-01-31T19:56:07.632-08:00Feelings...Thoughts kill,<div><br /></div><div>This is personal, and i'm not even sure why i am going to post this, maybe to clear the air, for myself. </div><div><br /></div><div>My brother, wants the best for me... but, he doesn't know what i want, he doesn't understand what makes me tick, why i do things, why i live, what makes me get up each morning... i don't expect him too, although it would be nice, were best friends... i think, only one person in my entire life, has ever known me, REALLY, known me... looked past my words, my thoughts, my actions, saw me entirely for who i am, and what i offer... </div><div><br /></div><div>Well one person isn't good enough for me, i mean it is, if that one person was for you, Best friends, is where that ends. I wish i was able to explain myself, why i live, breath.. one word comes to mind, cliche as it may be, Love. God's Love, my Love, Others Love. Although, it is one word, I cannot live like it is just a word...</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a problem, I pour myself into everything I do, a few people in life told me that is not a problem, its glorious... I grew up believing that, but the voice of the many more who warned me, pain is down that road.. Those voices are starting to change me..</div><div><br /></div><div>People, are unreliable, I'm starting to see that more and more, everyone with there own agendas, own lives... I think the reason that bothers me, is cause we lose sight of God's creation, his body, the church, his people.. we don't LOVE all the saints, we miss the lesser in our own eyes, we have our friends, we have our respected peers, what about the boy down a couple pews who doesn't have any friends, or the girl who feels like no one knows her, or understands her... I don't know about you, but i know I've felt both ways before, and even though it might be an exaggeration, its still feelings, that go unnoticed.. i know when I've been there, all i needed was a hug, which 98% of the time never came. it hurts...</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess what i'm saying is, it sucks, being me, and no ones notices... it seems, to be noticed, to be noticed by women, or a certain woman, i have to be someone different than i am, the only woman who has ever gotten to know me well, loved how i was, and im confidant EVERY girl would, but girls don't want a "nice" guy, or whatever, they want something different now, but regret that later.. i guess thats why nice guys finish last.</div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-28991718833486243072010-01-30T19:05:00.000-08:002010-01-30T19:06:51.216-08:00Life worth Living<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">The best we will ever have, comes when we give up the best we ever had.<br />in and of ourselves, we can do nothing, living happens when we give up our life.<br /><br />A seed falls into the ground and DIES before it grows into a tree.<br />the smallest seed, can produce the largest tree.<br />We don't know what we can do, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">untill</span> we give up what we've done to HIM.<br />Not a physical loss, a spiritual one, we have to surrender FULLY, in order to win.<br /><br />Life lost, is eternity gained.</span>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-64215500915590116362010-01-30T19:01:00.000-08:002010-01-30T19:02:06.163-08:00just, walking.<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> Walking down, this road I’m on, I see many things, things that grab my attention, things that draw my heart. Things that hurt my eyes, things that sound good, but end up in destruction.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Walking down this beautiful road, I see many of God’s wonders. Walking down this wretched path, I see nothing but pain and suffering, loss and torment. Two worlds collide, two sides of everything. Evil verse good, always choices, all these choices.</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Its easy to get lost down this road, to lose yourself amongst <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>the people who wonder each and every way, you lose your focus, your sight on HIS glory. Where has it all gone, is it still real? Things creep in, Thoughts torture you mind, your ideas turn against you in the long run, pain tares you down, rips at your soul, pulling you down, the opposite way your heart wants to go. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Among all this grey mess, a light appears, turning everything bright, easy seen is the path now. Goals, ideals, thoughts, love it all makes sense, it is all comprehendible, things start to become clear, you laugh, the light grows, surrounds you in love, like a warm blanket raising you up above the crowded people, making your way, up the road, the path, the journey to HIM. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Melody so sweet, your voice leads us, thank you oh God, your love is greater than the depths of the ocean.</p>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-49266248315193145562010-01-29T22:27:00.001-08:002010-01-29T22:27:52.855-08:00Friends...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">I know I’m not perfect, But I’m working on that.<br />Each of us have our own Story, waiting to be written.<br />This tale of is ours, each individually.<br />We write each chapter, we decide what becomes of it.<br />God puts people in our lives for a reason,<br />From someone at work who slips you a smile,<br />Too a friend who lends you their hand.<br /><br />It’s Funny how the small things affect us the most in the long run.<br /><br />I have seen the Influence of a Good friend.<br />The joy a good day brings.<br />The ability to live for GREATER THINGS.<br /><br />I’m glad we’ve met,<br />I’m glad you’ve been there.<br />I thank God he put you in my life.<br />Every time you smile at me, I feel God’s love raining down on me.<br />Dear Friend,<br />You are special to me.</span>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-13801395365700364162010-01-25T20:57:00.000-08:002010-01-25T20:59:19.183-08:00A funny thing..Apparently im not good at getting my point across... <div>I say one thing, and people take it a completely different way, i dont mean like a dirty joke or anything. i mean real, heart to heart conversations.. or ideas, or thoughts..</div><div><br /></div><div>and i know that it isnt me, or the way im thinking.. but i think people want to hear things sometimes, and it doesnt matter what you say, they only hear what they want to hear..</div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-3452346343874680692010-01-25T15:11:00.000-08:002010-01-25T15:12:09.750-08:00Appreciation..Well, good talent Never Appreciated.. maybe when your handsome, or make a big deal about it, or have natural Charisma. maybe than,Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-16625719626077516002010-01-24T21:36:00.000-08:002010-01-24T21:39:56.867-08:00OMG, (oh my goodness)So i had a personal Crisis the other day, and since i didn't have a Blog than, i'll write about it now.<div><br /></div><div>So i was reading through my old journal, which dates back too august 2008, and reading some thoughts of mine, poems, ideas, pains i went through, fun i had.. etc etc. and I realized i was going through the same things i was going through almost a year ago, although i have matured a little, and life is completely different now, same thing, new scene. </div><div><br /></div><div>it made me think, my life is pretty sad, i don't know what to make of it... SAME exact stuff, just new names.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmmmmmmmmmmm, Interesting.</div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-15035566034641211412010-01-24T19:34:00.001-08:002010-01-24T19:40:04.903-08:00Life less Ordinary.Random thoughts, random ideas. what brings Order to these thoughts that go through my head, i don't know.<div><br /></div><div>Anyways, Why is there so much ado aboutnothing. i mean, so many walls Raised, grudges held, baggage packed. over, NOTHING, i'm all about having things in the open, if i feel some way about someone i tell them. I mean why waste your life away making nonsensical problems, with and about nothing. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you feel some way about me, that isn't from God, or what God wants, talk to me, if you have a problem talk to me, i don't want anything to come between us, Friends.</div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262380172982794889.post-49079534463409453942010-01-23T18:31:00.000-08:002010-01-23T21:09:29.328-08:00....in loveBrothers, and sisters. Mothers and fathers. Listen listen listen. <div><br /></div><div>I Have a crush on a song, Falling Slowly.</div><div><br /></div>Something About Nothing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694665675513850810noreply@blogger.com1