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{Mind|scapes}
a mind's eye view of made up worlds
Created on 2007-09-21 05:42:51 (#13863902), last updated 2007-09-23
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| Name: | Kobe Edwards |
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A wise man once said something very profound, but I'm bad at remembering things like that so I'll skip it. Many other profound things have been said by wise men and women over the course of history. So on and so forth until we come to me. There's a good chance I have said something profound in my lifetime as well, but I've since forgotten it. Seems I'm in good company though :-)
As for myself, I'm the product of a loving, caring family; a graduate of a well known, somewhat prestigious institution; and I am attempting to find the path I must travel in this world. The road is long and the way is obscured by shadow; fraught with peril. Brambles snag my clothes, roots grasp my feet, and branches slap my face at every turn. I see the dappled sky though, and the sun doth shine on me yet. Up, up, higher and higher, that is where I intend to go. The road is lonely and I've met few along the way. Is it simply the road less traveled, or just a dead end? Time will tell, and I will tell the stories of time. I will sit upon the hillside and bask in the warm sunshine and cool moonlight and see all that I may in this life of mine.
In the meanwhile, just have faith that the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. Logic cannot be faulted. Faith will not falter. Love will not founder me yet.
I am smart, intelligent, brilliant, a plethora of similar adjectives, but this I hope will not be my life's defining feature. One of my greatest resources, yes I admit, but not all that I am despite what the signatures in my yearbooks say. Sweet. Another annual adjective I have come to detest. Sweet is safe. Sweet is what you say about someone you know nothing else about except that they were nice to you, or at least didn't annoy you. Sweet and Smart. Sounds like a sauce.
I hope to be known for my soul. Granted, many condemn me to Hell for my beliefs (or seeming lack of) and try to save me in their own special way, but I think there is far more to the soul than religion would have us believe. The quality of one's soul isn't measured in the amount of Scripture quoted, the amount of cans donated, the amount of prayers (answered and unanswered) made. Faith matters, it's true; faith that anything matters is essential. Without that belief there is just anarchy. If nothing matters, neither do your actions, so just do whatever the hell you want regardless of consequences to yourself or others. Yeah, that'll work.
I want to be known for my soul. Maybe it's just to prove I have one. Maybe it has some greater meaning, maybe not.
So I write. I dream. I express.
So I laugh and love and live.
So that my soul may be made known.
How terribly emo of me. For shame.
Anything else you want to know? Ask or better yet read something I've written.
As for myself, I'm the product of a loving, caring family; a graduate of a well known, somewhat prestigious institution; and I am attempting to find the path I must travel in this world. The road is long and the way is obscured by shadow; fraught with peril. Brambles snag my clothes, roots grasp my feet, and branches slap my face at every turn. I see the dappled sky though, and the sun doth shine on me yet. Up, up, higher and higher, that is where I intend to go. The road is lonely and I've met few along the way. Is it simply the road less traveled, or just a dead end? Time will tell, and I will tell the stories of time. I will sit upon the hillside and bask in the warm sunshine and cool moonlight and see all that I may in this life of mine.
In the meanwhile, just have faith that the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. Logic cannot be faulted. Faith will not falter. Love will not founder me yet.
I am smart, intelligent, brilliant, a plethora of similar adjectives, but this I hope will not be my life's defining feature. One of my greatest resources, yes I admit, but not all that I am despite what the signatures in my yearbooks say. Sweet. Another annual adjective I have come to detest. Sweet is safe. Sweet is what you say about someone you know nothing else about except that they were nice to you, or at least didn't annoy you. Sweet and Smart. Sounds like a sauce.
I hope to be known for my soul. Granted, many condemn me to Hell for my beliefs (or seeming lack of) and try to save me in their own special way, but I think there is far more to the soul than religion would have us believe. The quality of one's soul isn't measured in the amount of Scripture quoted, the amount of cans donated, the amount of prayers (answered and unanswered) made. Faith matters, it's true; faith that anything matters is essential. Without that belief there is just anarchy. If nothing matters, neither do your actions, so just do whatever the hell you want regardless of consequences to yourself or others. Yeah, that'll work.
I want to be known for my soul. Maybe it's just to prove I have one. Maybe it has some greater meaning, maybe not.
So I write. I dream. I express.
So I laugh and love and live.
So that my soul may be made known.
How terribly emo of me. For shame.
Anything else you want to know? Ask or better yet read something I've written.
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