7.30.2009
The News
7.27.2009
Summer Plans
Summer is two-thirds over already, so I'm going to take a look at a list I put together while in school of what I wanted to accomplish this summer.
-Exercise- check. Off and on at times, but definitely a check.
-Work-check. Thank goodness.
-God - semi-check... it's been a tough summer in this area.
-Tint off car - check! I totally de-tinted my car!
-get rid of crap - check. Did this the first week.
-visit Texas - check! Just did this!
-organize basement - no check. Haven't gotten there yet...
-save money - check. This is hard.
-read lots of books - sorta check. 1.9 books down.
-walk dog - check! Unfortunately, Pluto is getting very old now. He has arthritis and can't go for long walks...
Well look at that. About 8 more checks than I would have imagined. Still, a few more things are necessary:
-buy Forge books- bargain hunting!
-visit Rolla- freshman week baby!
-medical school applicationing - sent off the first round, waiting for the second round.
The summer ain't over yet. But, August always seems to fly by. Well, let's hope it does, cause I can't wait for the Forge!
Bryce
"Love - it's the last transmission" ~ MAE
6.03.2009
1.16.2009
The Best Song Ever
Rain falling down on my face
Wash me clean, wash my sins away
Take me back where I used to run
Fast and free like the kingdom come
Like the kingdom come
Still we go marching on blood on our hands
Dirt on our skin, heads in the sand
In some other town or in the here and now
How far where we go all that we allow
Help me out here, I'm getting tired
Help me out here, I'm getting tired
And pardon me, if I say too muhc
I could never ignore that which i ought not touch
Curiosity might be all I got and some cynicsym from experienced rut
Cause my experience brought me here
They say we must go on, never looking back
Lest we ever learn the wisdom that we lack
Curiosity, it might be my death
Though I may stop from time to time to catch my breath
Would you help me out here? I'm getting tired.
Help me out here, I'm getting tired.
And all that we need to see, and all those we need to hear
We tie their hands behind their backs and look away
Yes we tear the shirts right off their backs
And then donate cash for all they lack
Fancy ourselves philanthropists
Save justice for another day
And we wonder how we got so far
Making money off each others scars
"Still it's never my fault, I mean what other options did I have?"
Buying someone else's tyrannic dream Of force and greed and foolish schemes When there is light to help illuminate the way? Still we choose to tell each other lies That this kingdom could never be realized The master never could of meant the words he said...
I'm getting tired.
Where do we go from here? God only knows.
Perhaps that's just some bullshit spiritual prose.
Perhaps we're the ones, we've been waiting for.
Perhaps God has just been waiting at our door.
He's waiting at the door.
I'll try to be the first to tell you when I'm wrong
Write a book about it right here in my song.
Here is where I start to try and start again
Learning to become father and a friend.
Would you help me out here? I'm getting tired.
11.10.2008
Zenhabits.net
11.07.2008
Maturity?
Now, I am far from an expert in maturity. But, I know the Bible calls us to maturity. While I don't even have a nice, clean definition of the word, I think I have some ideas it's based around.
The first thing is being content. You can't be mature without some level of contentedness. It usually happens one day when you realize you're spreading yourself too thin. I wanted (and still do...) to be a great artist, photographer, doctor, friend, movie-maker, writer, and have a kickin' girlfriend. Oh, and get all A's at Rolla so I can go to Med School. But, when I went through and did some prioritizing, Med School trumped all these things. If I wanted to grow into who I wanted to be, Med School had to be the main focus. I had to realize that all the other things I do are great and fun, but some of it had to be cut out so I could grow into schoolwork. I had to be content with getting A's in classes, and not becoming the next Speilberg, Van Gogh, writer for the Office, or Ansel Adams.
From my experiences, the second part of maturity comes from discipline. Oooh... what a terrible word! How about we call it a routine, or a direction. Over the past week, I've been realizing the value of having a routine. I specifically set aside some time to get through some lab reports (instead of doing them the night before at 11 pm), and I realized just how much time I have! The worst part of the routine isn't making a schedule, but following through. This can't happen with any cheap advice or words, but has to come from a greater motivation (at least for me). Some days it happens, and some days it doesn't. This whole process grows you into maturity.
Now, this isn't the complete story for maturity, but at least I got my few cents of experience out there.
Also, I have a challenge. But, it's not to you, my great mass of readers, but to myself. I am going to try to post something once a day! Not only will this help my writing, force me to have a routine, but posting everyday means that I can see if this dumb thing really matters to me. Cause if it doesn't, it's gotta go!
Bryce
11.04.2008
My Favorite Anberlin Song
Burn Out Brighter
Live, I wanna live inspired
Die, I wanna die for something
Facing towards the heavens
I fell into a pitch black
I'm moments from landing and I'm shaking like a heart attack
Is the time, can I turn back
I've made mistakes in the past
Need a chance, can't take it back
Wish I could set things right tonight
Live, I wanna live inspired
Die, I wanna die for something higher than myself
Live and die for anyone else
The more I live I see this life's not about me
All I know spins out of control
Wonder what's next for heart and soul
Nothing I earned can save me now
Hearing one day be my final hour
Is the time, can I turn back
I've made mistakes in the past
Need a chance, can't take it back
Wish I could set things right tonight
Live, I wanna live inspired
Die, I wanna die for something higher than myself
Live and die for anyone else
The more I live I see this life's not about me
Don't wanna leave this world knowing I preach in vain
Looked out for myself, so sorry so ashamed
Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried
Chased all my dreams that I can't weigh on the inside
Live, I wanna live on fire
Die, I wanna burn out brighter
Brighter than the Northern lights
Wanna live to feel the daylight
The more I live I see that this life's not about me
More posts coming soon...!
B