"I'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and I'm waiting for my rocket to come."
- Jason Mraz
"Could you be loved? And be Love?"
- Bob Marley
"Don't worry about a thing 'cause every little thing 'gon be alright."
- Bob Marely
- Bob Marely
Sometimes I feel like a prophet standing on the curb, ready to speak the words of God and take the world by storm... then I realize I'm not so prophetic and I'm sometimes just another person standing on the curb. (Now, I'm not saying that I'm unimportant and I'm not doing the whole "Oh! Woe is me!!!" I'll do that silently. At a different time.) When I come upon the realizations that I'm not the curbside prophet speaking out to people, it's at these times that other realizations come upon me that I'm the curbside prophet with the chalk in hand drawing things on the ground, steps and walls. It seems like the times that I'm able to speak in any kind of way that is influential, helpful, or "prophetic"/spiritual are when I'm doing art or music. God always seems to create a connection in the art that He inspires in me and the point He wants to make to me and/or to other people.
There was this one art class that I enjoyed, absolutely loved it. The class was 2-D Design. Totally awesome. Now, one of the assignments in the class was to do a "series" of paintings, two abstract and two "still life." We were given a list of options that we could do for the abstracts and a list of options to choose from for the still life paintings. One of the options for the still life was the topic of "war." When I saw this, I thought to myself, "I'm going to try this, though I have no idea how to do a still life on war." Well, the painting ended up being slightly abstract, but my instructor accepted it as it was and I got a really good grade on that particular painting. Now, the reason why I mention this painting on war is because it seems like, a lot of times, hatred is one of the roots of war. I may be wrong, I have not really studied anthropology or history or anything of the like, but I am human, when I don't really like someone, I don't always treat them right, even though I should. There is absolutely, positively no love in the concept of war. It's extremely easy to not like someone, it's extremely easy to hate someone and be mean to someone, but when it comes to love, love is so, extremely hard. It's hard loving the people that a person truly loves and cares about, let alone loving the people they don't like. And being lovable, that's pretty hard as well. What else can I say? It's hard. And it hurts.
Now, it's all going to be okay. I think that we as people can stress a little too much about things... especially if a person is a perfectionist, because there is that drive to do things right and to keep it that way. Things are bound to go wrong, things are bound to break, I know at some point I'm going to say something totally stupid and off the wall right in front of an extremely handsome man that I am extremely attracted to and after I make the stupid comment, I know I'm going to turn ten different shades of red and then run to the bathroom and cry. Life happens and because life happens, we just have to let it roll off our backs like water rolls off of a duck's back and keep walking forward and not stress the little things or the big things.
Peace
There was this one art class that I enjoyed, absolutely loved it. The class was 2-D Design. Totally awesome. Now, one of the assignments in the class was to do a "series" of paintings, two abstract and two "still life." We were given a list of options that we could do for the abstracts and a list of options to choose from for the still life paintings. One of the options for the still life was the topic of "war." When I saw this, I thought to myself, "I'm going to try this, though I have no idea how to do a still life on war." Well, the painting ended up being slightly abstract, but my instructor accepted it as it was and I got a really good grade on that particular painting. Now, the reason why I mention this painting on war is because it seems like, a lot of times, hatred is one of the roots of war. I may be wrong, I have not really studied anthropology or history or anything of the like, but I am human, when I don't really like someone, I don't always treat them right, even though I should. There is absolutely, positively no love in the concept of war. It's extremely easy to not like someone, it's extremely easy to hate someone and be mean to someone, but when it comes to love, love is so, extremely hard. It's hard loving the people that a person truly loves and cares about, let alone loving the people they don't like. And being lovable, that's pretty hard as well. What else can I say? It's hard. And it hurts.
Now, it's all going to be okay. I think that we as people can stress a little too much about things... especially if a person is a perfectionist, because there is that drive to do things right and to keep it that way. Things are bound to go wrong, things are bound to break, I know at some point I'm going to say something totally stupid and off the wall right in front of an extremely handsome man that I am extremely attracted to and after I make the stupid comment, I know I'm going to turn ten different shades of red and then run to the bathroom and cry. Life happens and because life happens, we just have to let it roll off our backs like water rolls off of a duck's back and keep walking forward and not stress the little things or the big things.
Peace
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