Gifts

I think G-d takes the crises that we go thru,and repackages them as gifts. Without suffering we never grow. One week ago, a friend of mine died, and here I am, on the otherside of the planet, trying to figure out how to deal with it all.

It got me thinking, what if something happens to someone else? What if one of parents gets hurt? What if Dane does something extra stupid? What in the world am I doing all the way over here?

Then on Sunday, a friend took me aside, and said "G-d told me to tell you that your place is still here."

I will be stronger through this, even though things will never me quite the same ever again.

Two of the most powerful words in any language are "me too".

I have hit rock bottom, and teetered on the brink of insanity, and then, a friend came along side me and said "Yeah, I've been there too."

That's one of the main reason G-d lets us go through these things. So one day, when someone turn to us, we can say "I've been there too, and this is how I got through it."

We can be of so much more comfort when we've been in the same place.

Have you ever noticed when people try to give out advice when they have no point of reference how it almost always ends up sounding shallow and rehearsed?

But when they've been there too, there's a reality and a comfort that speak louder than their words.

G-d gives us gifts so we can share them.

So share.

Lawless Bastards Chapter 1: With Fire

I watched my world burn down to the ground today
in the name of greed,
as the new gods of railroad took over
oh fire,
burn my minds eye
burn my minds eye
burn my minds eye,
so I never have to see this again.

Maybe theres a light at the end of the tunnel after all, and it might not be an oncoming train

I met a girl at a party tonight, we clicked really well, when she got home at 1:30 am she added me on facebook. This is the happiest I've been all week, i'm not saying my happiness hangs on some girl, but still. Its a nice end to a crappy week.

Still in mourning over Tyler. Rest In Peace dude.

P.S
I hope i don't end up offending anyone with my Lawless Bastards project, its going to follow bitter 20 year old who just watched his family get killed by railroad tycoons and joins outlaws in the old west, sample line:
"We blew into town, and I wasted my virginity on some cantankerous whore"

it gonna be fun.

a friend of mine died yesterday from huffing.

In case anyone was interested.

I am currently working on the following

learning how to play guitar
improving my singing voice

also on a more artistic front:
Two different stories: Saul Hates Everyone and a story about St. Jude
and a new story told in poems thing called The Lawless Bastards.

"Saul Hates Everyone; Reflections of a Misanthropist with Super Powers."

I've decided to write a story, and I wanted to share with you the plot.

Saul has a gift, or a curse, depending on how you look at it. He knows when someone nearby is about to have a terrible accident, and knows exactly how to stop it. After many years of being the hero he has become less and less seen as some sort of superhero/guardian angel and more and more seen as a public servant, like the garbage man. No one ever thanks the garbage man for doing his job, but everyone would complain if the garbage man stopped doing it. Needless to say Saul has become jaded to the whole thing.

Lets hope it turns out well. I'm excited to start.

My dream girl would spend hours with me making a house of cards just to finish it and tear it down, because things are just things.