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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Have a Little Faith, Mitch Albom
Excerpts:
"You know, in our tradition, we ask forgiveness from everyone - even casual acquaintances. But with those we are closest with - wives, children, parents - we too often let things linger. Don't wait, Mitch. It's such a waste."
He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face.
"I loved her," he whispered.
The Reb nodded.
"I mean... I really loved her."
The man broke down.
"And... I almost told her once."
The Reb looked at me sadly.
"Nothing haunts like the things we don't say."
-
Later that day, I asked the Reb to forgive me for anything I might have ever said or done that hurt him. He smiled and said that while he couldn't think of anything, he would "consider all such matters addressed."
Well, I joked. I'm glad we got that over with.
"You're in the clear."
Timing is everything.
"That's right. Which is why our sages tell us to repent exactly one day before we die."
But how do you know it's the day before you die? I asked.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Exactly."
From a Sermon by the Reb, 1975
- Have a Little Faith, by Mitch Albom
"A man seeks employment on a farm. He hands his letter of recommendation to his new employer. It reads simply, 'He sleeps in a storm.'
"The owner is desperate for help, so he hires the man.
"Several weeks pass, and suddenly, in the middle of the night, a powerful storm rips through the valley.
"Awakened by the swirling rain and howling wind, the owner leaps out of bed. He calls for his new hired hand, but the man is sleeping soundly.
"So he dashes off to the barn. He sees, to his amazement, that the animals are secure with plenty of feed.
"He runs out to the field. He sees the bales of wheat have been bound and are wrapped in tarpaulins.
"He races to the silo. The doors are latched, and the grain is dry.
"And then he understands. 'He sleeps in a storm.'
"My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces tight. We will never wallow in the agony of 'I could have, I should have.' We can sleep in a storm.
"And when it's time, our good-byes will be complete."
somebody help me..
I can't work in the day..
and I can't sleep in the night..
now, as I lay in bed after what has been nothing more than a totally wasted sunday again, I wonder what the hell am I doing with my time now.
just a couple of years ago, I thought I found it. the thing that I was going to do with the rest of my life. industrial design. it was so exciting. it was so promising.
but look at me now. at the final lap of my academic life, facing what can only be described as a huge fucking piece of jadedness. what the hell is going on?
I really do not know what is going on. why do I feel so fucking tired about design now at a time when i'm supposed to be dashing for the finish line?
asus, tupperware, thesis, of which i've condemned myself to building a car in 8 months. what the FUCK.
fuck tupperware, fuck asus, and fuck teamwork projects man. the projects are going in the wrong directions and why can't nobody else see it? or am I really the blind one?
fuck.fuck.fuck.
its often at times of self doubt like these that I fall into these states of depression.
watched an episode of '7 deadly sins' recently and they were taking about the sin of sloth. meaning laziness if you're ris low (btw. you're a slut. get out of my face.). they were saying that sloth and procrastination are the result of two possible causes. one, having too much to do that you do not even start to do them, and two, not knowing what to do that you do not.. well, do not know where to begin.
that kind of sums it up for me eh? i'm all of both right now, so I oughta just kill myself right now. there's so much to do, and I don't want to know where to start.
its just damned crazy man. what the hell is this all about man. is it because I have already decided not to do design after i'm done with school? it shouldn't be it because frankly it seems everybody in the class feels the same way too. fuck man.
and why am I complaining about it? I don't know, maybe its just a way for me to put something out into the world so I don't go absolutely bonkers.
FUCK.
Hey
J-j-j-jaded
Youve got your mamas style but youre yesterdays child to me
So jaded
You think thats where its at but is that where its supposed to be?
Youre gettin it all over me
And serrated
My, my, baby blue
(yeah Im thinkin bout you)
My, my, baby blue
Yeah, youre so jaded
And Im the one that jaded you
Hey
J-j-j-jaded
In all its misery it will always be what I love and hated
And maybe take a ride to the other side were thinkin of
Well slip into the velvet glove
And be jaded
(w/) yeah, Im so jaded
And baby Im afraid of you
Youre thinkin so complicated
Ive had it all up to here
But its so overrated
Love and hate it
Wouldnt trade it
Love me jaded
Hey
J-j-j-jaded
There aint no baby please when Im shootin the breeze with her
When everything you see is a blur
And ecstasys what you prefer
(w/) (blue, blue, blue, yeah)
(Im talkin bout you)
(blue, blue, blue, blue yeah)
(yeah, been thinkin bout you)
My, my, baby blue
Yeah, youre so jaded (baby)
Jaded (baby)
Youre so jaded
cause Im the one that jaded you
help. i'm burning out.
losing steam, losing motivation, losing hope, losing faith.
why? why me? why now?
you're delusional
you're delusional
boy you're losing your mind.
