It is nothing strange getting lost in the process to explain the thoughts and feelings ... and usually I am also lost in the process, although it is good to try to put in words something, that doesn't even know what it is but, it is something borned in the deep of your soul, maybe so deep for explain easily. As Lewis Carrol wrote in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland: "-Could you tell me, please, which way should I take? -That depends on where you want to go, replied Jack. -What is certain is that it doesn't matter to me to where ... -Said Alicia." Jesse, the trip is the destination. Now, only achievable reality and livable is preceeded by the intangible: the past is already history, and is followed by a string of probabilities: the future that is unpredictable.
I hope you keep trying to put in words all the thoughts and feelings that you have inside, because I am sure it is really profound and interesting.
Today is Easter Sunday, being a catholic, I can remember all the way back to when we were just kids 7 or 8 years old,always having to get super dressed up to go to mass, we always had little man suits and the girls had nice flowery dresses, back then I didn't know about god, just knew it was going to be a long day, the pictures had to be taken, relatives came over and more pictures were taken, then we all went to this big building were I was told this guy Jesus would be, all I knew was, people seemed nicer than the week before, everybody saying hello, how nice we all looked, then we would all stand until this guy with a funny hat, swinging some type of smokey stuff from both arms, it was hot in that place,I would begin to fidget, looking around at all the people waiting for this funny hat guy to get to the front and start talking,when I was little nothing the man with the long robe and funny hat said really mad any sense and after a very short time, I wasn't really listening anymore, just waiting for the man to let us sit down or a least kneel, the singing was good,in between all the talking, the only song I knew was the our father, now instead of just being there, I was able to participate, once again I was awake. Funny thing that guy they talked about, Jesus he still didn't show up, this guy's harder to find than the Easter eggs that we had looked for just that morning,in fact when I was little we went to mass every weekend and that guy named Jesus never once was there, in person, all I could think was he must be like all the other guys that we heard about but never really saw, kinda like the Easter bunny, who I was told hid those eggs,we had found just that morning, or was he more like the guy in the red suit, they called him Santa Claus,but I never saw him either, or maybe this guy Jesus was more like the fairy god mother,they both have the god word in common. Now that I'm old each one of my childhood favorites, have been fake,all stories made up by men just like me,they all have books written about them Santa Claus lives at the North Pole,The Easter bunny's hopping down the bunny trail,they have all fallen like dominoes, at a certain age each one us were told there really is no Santa Clause, I was crushed,what do you mean he's not real, this guy that you told me about for ten years doesn't exist,this can't be true, but I was good, and he brought me presents, then I started thinking all our childhood favorites would only come if we did something for them, be good and he'll come, go to sleep, and she'll come, pray and he will hear you. So I'm the first to admit whenever I have been in trouble I start praying like crazy,the our father,roles off my tongue, just like it did all those years ago on Easter Sunday.Please God don't be the last domino to fall, Randy if you wanted to know it's called behavior modification, be good you'll get this!
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As Lewis Carrol wrote in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland:
"-Could you tell me, please, which way should I take?
-That depends on where you want to go, replied Jack.
-What is certain is that it doesn't matter to me to where ... -Said Alicia."
Jesse, the trip is the destination. Now, only achievable reality and livable is preceeded by the intangible: the past is already history, and is followed by a string of probabilities: the future that is unpredictable.
I hope you keep trying to put in words all the thoughts and feelings that you have inside, because I am sure it is really profound and interesting.
Nuria
I don't agree with everything you say, but it was a pleasure to transcribe it all the same!