Fire surrounds the ogre. Each and every breathe rips a torch of scorching heat- a heat unbearable even for the phoenix that dwells in the ashes of burned wood. Yet only this ogre possesses the rock hard skin that can neither be cracked no be burned down. Sparks continue to zing off the smalls holes that rest in the ridges of the skin. Picture that.
Believe when I say; Even an ogre this cruel harvests a frosting McFlurry that any one can enjoy. That my brothers is the beauty within each and every ogre.
Love All,
Ghandeep
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Infinity
Forgive me for my hypocrisy and lack of true knowledge in this matter but this concept was something too big for me to ignore.
In a conversation with a fellow brother of mine, I learned something- something big, something huge, something infinite. In simple terms, you can call it Jesus’ crucifixion-mind boggling yet cliché, but let’s magnify this concept and actually take a second to think.
First let me emphasize a couple things; a single sin (not just actions, but motives and thought) is equivalent to eternity in hell, Jesus was a sinless and perfect man, and most importantly, Jesus died for ALL of our sins- past, present, and future. With that in mind, lets attempt to count the number of sins and will-be sins (meaning sins that will inevitably occur) that Jesus has died for.
The sins of my father and mother + the sins of my grandparents + the sins of my great grandparents + … + My sins + the sins of my children + the sins of my grandchildren + … = infinity (don’t forget to count the sins of your friends, your teachers, your peers, athletes, celebrities, neighbors, principals… Oh yeah and include their family lines also)
From a mathematical point of view, that’s infinity. STOP HERE!! Take some time to absorb all of that. INFINITY amount of sins and remember a SINGLE SIN IS EQUALIVALENT TO ETERNITY IN HELL.
In conclusion, a sinless man, who deserved nothing less than honest praise from each and every one of his creations, suffered the consequence of an INFINITE amount of sins. All for what? His own creations. How in the world does that make any sense?
Now here comes the real question. How is that possible? There is no way anyone or anything can do that? It’s unbelievable! It’s impossible!
Imagine. Even if this whole Christian theory was nothing more than a big hoax that was made to help everyday people get through everyday struggles, what creative mind could think of such thing?
I’d like to believe I think a lot- questioning everything, getting ideas from simple everyday items, pondering about anything, BUT I realized that these thoughts all stem from something else. For example, all my metaphors and views of life stem from something. It all comes from somewhere. There are no thoughts that just appear. Prove me wrong.
That means even if this Christian theory was all a “hoax”, the thought of it must have stemmed from something or someone. Maybe there once lived a person, who was a “good guy” and another person used that “good guy” to initiate a train of thought, which lead to the Christian religion.
Now, let’s think. If everyone in this world were to break down their walls, remove their masks, and reveal their bare naked selves, would there be a single pure soul? Would there be a single person that did everything right with the right intentions in mind? In other words, are there any perfect people in this world? I think not.
Through a process of elimination, the theory that a “good guy” was the originating factoid for the Christian religion cancels out, leaving only one theory to be true; there must have been a super natural power, greater than the human race that gave humans this idea of Christianity, making this Christian “hoax” into something real. The thought of that is simply unreal.
Think about that.
Once again, forgive me for my hypocrisy but look beyond the writer, look into the concepts and the theories, think for yourself.
PS:
I have a quick props to this story- http://highschool.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=91460
That’s the true meaning of sports.
Love All,
ghanDEEP
In a conversation with a fellow brother of mine, I learned something- something big, something huge, something infinite. In simple terms, you can call it Jesus’ crucifixion-mind boggling yet cliché, but let’s magnify this concept and actually take a second to think.
First let me emphasize a couple things; a single sin (not just actions, but motives and thought) is equivalent to eternity in hell, Jesus was a sinless and perfect man, and most importantly, Jesus died for ALL of our sins- past, present, and future. With that in mind, lets attempt to count the number of sins and will-be sins (meaning sins that will inevitably occur) that Jesus has died for.
The sins of my father and mother + the sins of my grandparents + the sins of my great grandparents + … + My sins + the sins of my children + the sins of my grandchildren + … = infinity (don’t forget to count the sins of your friends, your teachers, your peers, athletes, celebrities, neighbors, principals… Oh yeah and include their family lines also)
From a mathematical point of view, that’s infinity. STOP HERE!! Take some time to absorb all of that. INFINITY amount of sins and remember a SINGLE SIN IS EQUALIVALENT TO ETERNITY IN HELL.
In conclusion, a sinless man, who deserved nothing less than honest praise from each and every one of his creations, suffered the consequence of an INFINITE amount of sins. All for what? His own creations. How in the world does that make any sense?
Now here comes the real question. How is that possible? There is no way anyone or anything can do that? It’s unbelievable! It’s impossible!
Imagine. Even if this whole Christian theory was nothing more than a big hoax that was made to help everyday people get through everyday struggles, what creative mind could think of such thing?
I’d like to believe I think a lot- questioning everything, getting ideas from simple everyday items, pondering about anything, BUT I realized that these thoughts all stem from something else. For example, all my metaphors and views of life stem from something. It all comes from somewhere. There are no thoughts that just appear. Prove me wrong.
That means even if this Christian theory was all a “hoax”, the thought of it must have stemmed from something or someone. Maybe there once lived a person, who was a “good guy” and another person used that “good guy” to initiate a train of thought, which lead to the Christian religion.
Now, let’s think. If everyone in this world were to break down their walls, remove their masks, and reveal their bare naked selves, would there be a single pure soul? Would there be a single person that did everything right with the right intentions in mind? In other words, are there any perfect people in this world? I think not.
Through a process of elimination, the theory that a “good guy” was the originating factoid for the Christian religion cancels out, leaving only one theory to be true; there must have been a super natural power, greater than the human race that gave humans this idea of Christianity, making this Christian “hoax” into something real. The thought of that is simply unreal.
Think about that.
Once again, forgive me for my hypocrisy but look beyond the writer, look into the concepts and the theories, think for yourself.
PS:
I have a quick props to this story- http://highschool.rivals.com/content.asp?CID=91460
That’s the true meaning of sports.
Love All,
ghanDEEP
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Dedication
Dedication. What does that mean? Is it good? Is it bad? Is it just another way to for fill my greed?
It wasn’t until I heard people claiming their dedication that I decided I’d take control and dedicate my life to something worth living for. But today, something sparked my brain; "It’s not Dedication Its Greed." I thought.
During the times of my misery, it wasn’t because I wasn’t dedicated. If anything, it was because I was dedicated. I was dedicated into for filling my greed, for filling my own selfish desires, and most importantly, for filling the temptations of Satan.
Too many times we as humans, as dreamers, as Christians, we talk about joys and delights of the world, but forget the realistic evils that rest in the core of this planet. I struggled day after day, trying to stand victorious to an enemy; He was too great, too strong, and too real. It’s true, Satan knocked me down to the floor, with just a simple flick of his finger; again let me emphasize, he was too great, too strong, and too real. For months, I stole money from own parents, breaking their trust, wasting their hard-earned cash, and for what? So I smoke in the Satan’s breathe. For my entire life, I took advantage of the true meaning of friendship, manipulating when I could so I could satisfy my personal desires. For many times, I ruined second chances, I ruined third chances, I ruined fourth, fifth, and sixth chances, and in the end, I had no more chances; it killed me. So during these times of misery, I was miserable because I was dedicated, dedicated to my greed, dedicated to Satan’s temptations, and dedicated to the wrong things.
Believe me when I say this; the key to becoming unmiserable is to making yourself miserable.
For example, late snacking at a local fast food restaurant is not only cheap but also temporally satisfying. But in the end, you won’t be satisfied with a huge belly hanging over your waist line. Instead you have eat “right” and make yourself miserable because in the end, it’s six pack that’ll bring you everlasting joy.
In all honesty, in those times of misery, I had a blast. To only have explored the minimal steps of the sinful cave, it was adventurous and amazing. Doing my daily habits and putting myself into this “high” was simply amazing but in the end, what would I have been? Nothing more than a fat, lazy, man who sits on his couch all day, dreaming, and wondering “What could I have been?”
So I encourage all; Make yourself miserable, confront your insecurities head on, humble yourself, defeat temptation, be dedicated ,because in the end, it’s all worth it.
Even if God’s not real, even if he is just an absurd idea, this fallacy is still worth living for, because in times of difficulty, there’s nothing that can comfort you better than this “fallacy”; when lacking ambitions, there’s nothing that can provide you with goals better than this “fallacy”; in times of when you seek to stand victorious, there’s nothing that can prompt you upright than this “fallacy”. Dedication.
Love all,
GhanDEEP
It wasn’t until I heard people claiming their dedication that I decided I’d take control and dedicate my life to something worth living for. But today, something sparked my brain; "It’s not Dedication Its Greed." I thought.
During the times of my misery, it wasn’t because I wasn’t dedicated. If anything, it was because I was dedicated. I was dedicated into for filling my greed, for filling my own selfish desires, and most importantly, for filling the temptations of Satan.
Too many times we as humans, as dreamers, as Christians, we talk about joys and delights of the world, but forget the realistic evils that rest in the core of this planet. I struggled day after day, trying to stand victorious to an enemy; He was too great, too strong, and too real. It’s true, Satan knocked me down to the floor, with just a simple flick of his finger; again let me emphasize, he was too great, too strong, and too real. For months, I stole money from own parents, breaking their trust, wasting their hard-earned cash, and for what? So I smoke in the Satan’s breathe. For my entire life, I took advantage of the true meaning of friendship, manipulating when I could so I could satisfy my personal desires. For many times, I ruined second chances, I ruined third chances, I ruined fourth, fifth, and sixth chances, and in the end, I had no more chances; it killed me. So during these times of misery, I was miserable because I was dedicated, dedicated to my greed, dedicated to Satan’s temptations, and dedicated to the wrong things.
Believe me when I say this; the key to becoming unmiserable is to making yourself miserable.
For example, late snacking at a local fast food restaurant is not only cheap but also temporally satisfying. But in the end, you won’t be satisfied with a huge belly hanging over your waist line. Instead you have eat “right” and make yourself miserable because in the end, it’s six pack that’ll bring you everlasting joy.
In all honesty, in those times of misery, I had a blast. To only have explored the minimal steps of the sinful cave, it was adventurous and amazing. Doing my daily habits and putting myself into this “high” was simply amazing but in the end, what would I have been? Nothing more than a fat, lazy, man who sits on his couch all day, dreaming, and wondering “What could I have been?”
So I encourage all; Make yourself miserable, confront your insecurities head on, humble yourself, defeat temptation, be dedicated ,because in the end, it’s all worth it.
Even if God’s not real, even if he is just an absurd idea, this fallacy is still worth living for, because in times of difficulty, there’s nothing that can comfort you better than this “fallacy”; when lacking ambitions, there’s nothing that can provide you with goals better than this “fallacy”; in times of when you seek to stand victorious, there’s nothing that can prompt you upright than this “fallacy”. Dedication.
Love all,
GhanDEEP
Friday, February 13, 2009
Lazy Days
Here I am, sitting here, reminiscing about absolutely nothing, bored to the point where playing with your eyebrows are fun. Then a voice speaks out. "Let me tell you about how the world will end in 2012.", a simply idiotic theory, yet entertaining at the least. His plump head with his gorilla underbite continues to speak. I chuckle.
Sometimes life can get boring and dull, but it doesn't hurt to kick it with your homie and have some fun. Who knows God may throw you something you never expected. He's quite a character; a character I want to know.
Love Always,
GhanDEEP.(ahah thanks eunice for the name. for those that dont get it GHANDI + DEEP so it read gone deep)
Sometimes life can get boring and dull, but it doesn't hurt to kick it with your homie and have some fun. Who knows God may throw you something you never expected. He's quite a character; a character I want to know.
Love Always,
GhanDEEP.(ahah thanks eunice for the name. for those that dont get it GHANDI + DEEP so it read gone deep)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
The Post Break-Up
She was of a Polish decent, marked by a funny last first name; Sidney. She was slender and tall, resembling a giraffe. She was beautiful; mysterious green eyes, curly blonde hair, and defining cheek bones. You could say that she was just another “eye candy”, that is until she spoke. She had a way with words; each word eloquently linked to the one before, each word implied with a peaceful connotation, each word spoken with a melodious tune, music to my ears. Her walk, as beautiful as well, resembled that of an angel bouncing from cloud to cloud; each step was as eloquent as the next. An aura of scent surrounded her, not so much beautiful but more distinct yet still stimulated the senses inside my nose.
A tinkle waved throughout my body. I was scared but what is a life without any risks to take. I managed to blurt out a couple words.
“Hey, I’m Eric. I like your shirt.”
“Thanks, I really like your style too. You wear a lot of purple.” She chuckled.
We sat down. We talked some more. I got her number.
Later that night, we talked on the phone. Later that week, we talked on the phone, Later that month, we talked on the phone. For two months, we talked. I found that her physical beauties compared nothing to the diamonds that made the four chambers of her BLOODLESS heart. Treasures, they were, but no place of comfort. Each time I tried to lay in her heart, the pointed edges pierced my tender skin and blood rushed out of my body and into her heart; finally she had blood to pump. I left her.
Many men came after me, all were just as amazed at first, and then the diamond heart also drained their blood. That’s how she maintained to live.
This girl, her name was Maria Sidney, indeed unique. Allow me to emphasize she has two first names but one last first name; Maria Sidney.
PS: I hope that one day I will be able to soften her diamond heart.
Love Always,
Eric Lee
A tinkle waved throughout my body. I was scared but what is a life without any risks to take. I managed to blurt out a couple words.
“Hey, I’m Eric. I like your shirt.”
“Thanks, I really like your style too. You wear a lot of purple.” She chuckled.
We sat down. We talked some more. I got her number.
Later that night, we talked on the phone. Later that week, we talked on the phone, Later that month, we talked on the phone. For two months, we talked. I found that her physical beauties compared nothing to the diamonds that made the four chambers of her BLOODLESS heart. Treasures, they were, but no place of comfort. Each time I tried to lay in her heart, the pointed edges pierced my tender skin and blood rushed out of my body and into her heart; finally she had blood to pump. I left her.
Many men came after me, all were just as amazed at first, and then the diamond heart also drained their blood. That’s how she maintained to live.
This girl, her name was Maria Sidney, indeed unique. Allow me to emphasize she has two first names but one last first name; Maria Sidney.
PS: I hope that one day I will be able to soften her diamond heart.
Love Always,
Eric Lee
Regret
dedication to Rosalyn. thanks for the ideas. ENJOY!
With Valentines Day just around the corner, it made me think-"Here comes another Valentines Day, ALONE!" Pathetic! yes, i know. Besides thinking of myself as "pathetic" and "lonely", this special couples' day triggered me into a realization that I've been harvesting a lifeless tree in my heart for a very long time- a tree that will neither bear me any fruit nor provide me with any sturdy branches for me to sit on and think profound thoughts in my intricate mind. It is simply a tree whose rotten roots are intertwined within the veins of my heart and only provides me with memories of when it once was alive and green.
Why continue to harvest a dead tree?; Especially when i have no supernatural ability to revive a dead dried out plant. It's because, this once flourishing tree, on the verge of blossoming flowers and bearing delicious fruits, was poisoned by its very own owner- me. I was unable to control the fire and anger growing inside me and revolted against my own heart. I spend months, days, hours, minutes, and even seconds trying everything to revive this tree, pouring in fertilizer after fertilizer, magic growing potion after magic growing potion, only to realize that nothing in my own capability will ever bring the plant back alive. For countless days and nights, REGRET haunted me, followed me after step, filled the air in my lungs, tainted my every thought.
I had to run away, I had to rid my inner anger, I had to defeat this regret. I was in need, my desires were filled with greed, my heart continued to bleed, so i relied on _____, so naive and stupid of me. No longer could i live my like this, I decided "man up" and battle this REGRET- to undo the mistakes that I did, to fix my past, to revive the tree with my blood stained fingertips.
Maybe till this day, i still try to revive the tree with my own abilities believing that there's at least one living root, and if not, I'll just continue to dream and hope, and be the idealist that i am; although immature, I will always hold that childish idealistic view towards life, for what is a childhood if every aspect of life is mature. But maybe its time for a new seed, an old seed, yet still new. Maybe its time for me to rip out the roots of this dead tree and nurture it in a pot. Maybe its time for me to open my heart to this new seed and allow the roots grow deep within the four chambers of my heart and become one. It's time for me that plant this seed- a seed that will grow into a plant that will bear fruits forever, a plant that will provide me with sturdy branches to sit on, and most importantly a plant that will flourish no matter how many times i poison it. Who knows, maybe this new seed can help me revive the old tree that i destroyed.
For this Valentines Day, if you are alone, with no date, like me, maybe you should plant this new seed in your heart- the seed of God, it will never fail, i hope...
have fun guys :D
Love Always,
Eric Lee
With Valentines Day just around the corner, it made me think-"Here comes another Valentines Day, ALONE!" Pathetic! yes, i know. Besides thinking of myself as "pathetic" and "lonely", this special couples' day triggered me into a realization that I've been harvesting a lifeless tree in my heart for a very long time- a tree that will neither bear me any fruit nor provide me with any sturdy branches for me to sit on and think profound thoughts in my intricate mind. It is simply a tree whose rotten roots are intertwined within the veins of my heart and only provides me with memories of when it once was alive and green.
Why continue to harvest a dead tree?; Especially when i have no supernatural ability to revive a dead dried out plant. It's because, this once flourishing tree, on the verge of blossoming flowers and bearing delicious fruits, was poisoned by its very own owner- me. I was unable to control the fire and anger growing inside me and revolted against my own heart. I spend months, days, hours, minutes, and even seconds trying everything to revive this tree, pouring in fertilizer after fertilizer, magic growing potion after magic growing potion, only to realize that nothing in my own capability will ever bring the plant back alive. For countless days and nights, REGRET haunted me, followed me after step, filled the air in my lungs, tainted my every thought.
I had to run away, I had to rid my inner anger, I had to defeat this regret. I was in need, my desires were filled with greed, my heart continued to bleed, so i relied on _____, so naive and stupid of me. No longer could i live my like this, I decided "man up" and battle this REGRET- to undo the mistakes that I did, to fix my past, to revive the tree with my blood stained fingertips.
Maybe till this day, i still try to revive the tree with my own abilities believing that there's at least one living root, and if not, I'll just continue to dream and hope, and be the idealist that i am; although immature, I will always hold that childish idealistic view towards life, for what is a childhood if every aspect of life is mature. But maybe its time for a new seed, an old seed, yet still new. Maybe its time for me to rip out the roots of this dead tree and nurture it in a pot. Maybe its time for me to open my heart to this new seed and allow the roots grow deep within the four chambers of my heart and become one. It's time for me that plant this seed- a seed that will grow into a plant that will bear fruits forever, a plant that will provide me with sturdy branches to sit on, and most importantly a plant that will flourish no matter how many times i poison it. Who knows, maybe this new seed can help me revive the old tree that i destroyed.
For this Valentines Day, if you are alone, with no date, like me, maybe you should plant this new seed in your heart- the seed of God, it will never fail, i hope...
have fun guys :D
Love Always,
Eric Lee
Idealism!?!?
Lately i couldn't help but to think about my idealistic view towards life and ponder "Is idealism naive, childish and stupid, or is it legit and makes me who i am?" Through talking to many people, I've realized that the battle between idealism and realism can be perfectly related through the game of poker, yes, the game of poker. lol.
Poker is a game often dealing with the personal battle of idealism and realism. Lets pretend you currently have a J and 10 in possession and the draw comes out to be a K, Q, and 3. The turn comes out to be a 4. Raises circulate around the table, do you trust in idealism and go all in believing in the small chance that an A will be the river or do u believe in realism and fold because of the small probability of obtaining an A on the river. That decision is up to you. Personally, i would go all in.
In life there are certain situations worthy of high bids and "all ins "but never play conservative through the entire game or else the blinds will slowly lead you to destruction and failure, playing conservative is an inevitable path to failure. The warning, "Don't play conservative" doesn't necessarily mean go "all in" with a 2 7 in possession, also an inevitable path to failure. Instead, consider each hand (life situation). Is this hand (life situation) really worth playing, is the situation really worth my consideration, my effort, and most importantly my time.
If u decide to raise or go "all in" and unfortunately lose, don't be discouraged. Sometimes, you win. Sometimes, you lose. Either way, you learn about your style and the way other people play.
Don't be afraid to bluff. But bluff with a possible chance of winning, at least a small chance. Who knows everyone else may fold.
As a warning to all, there is a certain hand, that is always worthy of an "all in" and inevitable to a success, "pocket rockets". Metaphorically speaking, "pocket rockets" symbolizes Jesus. Though hypocritical and shameful for me to preach, nonetheless, i choose to speak my mind. Jesus is the one hand that deserves an "all in" ALL THE TIME. Though there may be times when the turn comes out be unfavorable, never fold. In the end, you will always win, WEATHER with a pair, three of a kind, full house; success is inevitable; the STORM will fade away and the SUN will always shine.
Remember; don't play the game of life with your head down, always wondering what if you could have won, don't play the game of life with your head in the clouds, always believing that success is inevitable, instead play the game of life with your butt on the edge of your seat, considering each hand, bluffing at the right times, and always going "all in" with "pocket rockets".
Love Always,
Eric Lee
Poker is a game often dealing with the personal battle of idealism and realism. Lets pretend you currently have a J and 10 in possession and the draw comes out to be a K, Q, and 3. The turn comes out to be a 4. Raises circulate around the table, do you trust in idealism and go all in believing in the small chance that an A will be the river or do u believe in realism and fold because of the small probability of obtaining an A on the river. That decision is up to you. Personally, i would go all in.
In life there are certain situations worthy of high bids and "all ins "but never play conservative through the entire game or else the blinds will slowly lead you to destruction and failure, playing conservative is an inevitable path to failure. The warning, "Don't play conservative" doesn't necessarily mean go "all in" with a 2 7 in possession, also an inevitable path to failure. Instead, consider each hand (life situation). Is this hand (life situation) really worth playing, is the situation really worth my consideration, my effort, and most importantly my time.
If u decide to raise or go "all in" and unfortunately lose, don't be discouraged. Sometimes, you win. Sometimes, you lose. Either way, you learn about your style and the way other people play.
Don't be afraid to bluff. But bluff with a possible chance of winning, at least a small chance. Who knows everyone else may fold.
As a warning to all, there is a certain hand, that is always worthy of an "all in" and inevitable to a success, "pocket rockets". Metaphorically speaking, "pocket rockets" symbolizes Jesus. Though hypocritical and shameful for me to preach, nonetheless, i choose to speak my mind. Jesus is the one hand that deserves an "all in" ALL THE TIME. Though there may be times when the turn comes out be unfavorable, never fold. In the end, you will always win, WEATHER with a pair, three of a kind, full house; success is inevitable; the STORM will fade away and the SUN will always shine.
Remember; don't play the game of life with your head down, always wondering what if you could have won, don't play the game of life with your head in the clouds, always believing that success is inevitable, instead play the game of life with your butt on the edge of your seat, considering each hand, bluffing at the right times, and always going "all in" with "pocket rockets".
Love Always,
Eric Lee
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