Friday, March 6, 2009
Bahá'í International Community's letter to Ayatollah Qorban-Ali Dorri-Najafabadi, Prosecutor General
http://bic.org/assets/open%20letter%20response%20English.pdf
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Therefore I am...
What a strange relationship there is between sorrow and joy…
I suppose any strong emotion reminds us that we’re alive, that we… are.
A single tear fills our heart to the brim and leaves us worn, exhausted and yet grateful that we’re so blessed as to feel and be moved and be reminded of our simple existence.
It is the moments of sorrow and joy that we will remember when looking back on our lives.
I have cried and I have laughed, I’m tired and worn and therefore I am.
I suppose any strong emotion reminds us that we’re alive, that we… are.
A single tear fills our heart to the brim and leaves us worn, exhausted and yet grateful that we’re so blessed as to feel and be moved and be reminded of our simple existence.
It is the moments of sorrow and joy that we will remember when looking back on our lives.
I have cried and I have laughed, I’m tired and worn and therefore I am.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
My treat...
When happiness is questioned, a frown replaces the smile.
When faith is questioned, reassurance and trust becomes doubt and fear.
When love is questioned, the butterflies become an upset stomach.
I’ve realized I tend to question all that is good. I wonder if people’s laughs are fake, not to mention my own. Generosity makes me squint my eyes as if that way I can see their true intentions. Either you think I can’t afford it, or you don’t want me to think that you can’t, or you want me to feel indebted to you forever because of a Coke, or maybe you want me to trust you so that you can steal my identity… it’s never just a Coke. Oh, I forgot one: Does he think that makes him a man? Or: Does she think that proves her independence and equality? Actually that one is usually directed towards myself.
Anywho, like my aunt says, I think we should trust our feelings more. Not the ones that tell us to shoot the woman with the mullet, the ones that tell us: laugh, trust, love…
When faith is questioned, reassurance and trust becomes doubt and fear.
When love is questioned, the butterflies become an upset stomach.
I’ve realized I tend to question all that is good. I wonder if people’s laughs are fake, not to mention my own. Generosity makes me squint my eyes as if that way I can see their true intentions. Either you think I can’t afford it, or you don’t want me to think that you can’t, or you want me to feel indebted to you forever because of a Coke, or maybe you want me to trust you so that you can steal my identity… it’s never just a Coke. Oh, I forgot one: Does he think that makes him a man? Or: Does she think that proves her independence and equality? Actually that one is usually directed towards myself.
Anywho, like my aunt says, I think we should trust our feelings more. Not the ones that tell us to shoot the woman with the mullet, the ones that tell us: laugh, trust, love…
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Knock On Wood
Isn't it true that the second we make a decision or come to a conclusion we're tested?
... happens every time...
It's almost like you gotta think twice before you think about something.
It's almost like you gotta to knock on wood after making New Year's resolutions because, God forbid, you might have to carry them through.
Say you decide to be caring and selfless and then next thing you know it's you and an old couple in the rain and only one taxi... and you know you can out run them...
... happens every time...
It's almost like you gotta think twice before you think about something.
It's almost like you gotta to knock on wood after making New Year's resolutions because, God forbid, you might have to carry them through.
Say you decide to be caring and selfless and then next thing you know it's you and an old couple in the rain and only one taxi... and you know you can out run them...
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The Dreaded Towel
This past year was one of many realizations. Many things fell into place. It seems a bit late in life to start figuring out who I am, where I belong, where I'm from... but thankfully one of my main realizations has been finding out that I'm not alone, that there are many others like me and that this pubecent confusion I feel I'm going through might very well be a life long companion.
It's incredible that nothing in my life has changed except my perception of it and yet, somehow, that changes everything.
A friend once told me she realized she was waiting, waiting for her life to begin. In my way I think I've always done that too. Whatever I've done, wherever I've been, the friends I've made have been, in my mind, temporary.
I'm now visiting my parents and for the first time ever allowing them to give me sheets, a normal sized towel, pots, silverware... things for my house, things that will weigh me down and although externally I'm just exchanging a hand towel for one that takes up 3 times more space, I'm also accepting that my life is happening right here and right now.
I'm no longer passing though.
It's incredible that nothing in my life has changed except my perception of it and yet, somehow, that changes everything.
A friend once told me she realized she was waiting, waiting for her life to begin. In my way I think I've always done that too. Whatever I've done, wherever I've been, the friends I've made have been, in my mind, temporary.
I'm now visiting my parents and for the first time ever allowing them to give me sheets, a normal sized towel, pots, silverware... things for my house, things that will weigh me down and although externally I'm just exchanging a hand towel for one that takes up 3 times more space, I'm also accepting that my life is happening right here and right now.
I'm no longer passing though.
Monday, November 24, 2008
How about being human?
We allow ourselves to be animals and we strive to be God
People say, "Be a man!"... "Act like a lady!"
How about trying to be... human??
People say, "Be a man!"... "Act like a lady!"
How about trying to be... human??
Monday, August 4, 2008
Choices
She went over to his apartment
Clutching her decision
And he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
So she built a skyscraper of procrastination
And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
Of her reply
And she felt like an actress
Just reading her lines
When she finally said
Yes. it’s really goodbye this time
And far below was the blacktop
And the tiny toy cars
And it all fell so fast
And it all fell so far
And she said:
You are a miracle but that is not all
You are also a stiff drink and I am on call
You are a party and I am a school night
And I’m lookin’ for my door key
But you are not my porch light
And you’ll never know, dear
Just how much I loved you
You’ll probably think this was
Just my big excuse
But I stand committed
To a love that came before you
And the fact that I adore you
Is but one of my truths
...
She’s choking on the smoke
Of unthinkable choices
She is haunted by the voices
Of so many desires
She’s bent over from the business
Of begging forgiveness
While frantically running around
Putting out fires
But then what kind of scale
Compares the weight of two beauties
The gravity of duties
Or the ground speed of joy?
Tell me what kind of gauge
Can quantify elation?
What kind of equation
Could I possibly employ?
And you’ll never know, dear
Just how much I loved you
You probably think this was
Just my big excuse
But I stand committed
To a love that came before you
And the fact that I adore you
Is just one of my truths
So I
I’m goin’ home
To please the one I so love pleasing
And I don’t expect
He’ll have much sympathy for my grieving
But I guess that this is the price
That we pay for the privilege
Of living for even a day
In a world with so many things
Worth believing
In
-Ani DiFranco
Why do I identify so much? I've never chosen between two people. I guess for me it's choices in general. The fight between body and soul, heart and mind, reason and desire. The line is not only gray it's multicolored. Should we pursue what is good for us or what makes us happy, or are they one and the same? How to distinguish between true happiness and the untrue?
Clutching her decision
And he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
So she built a skyscraper of procrastination
And then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
Of her reply
And she felt like an actress
Just reading her lines
When she finally said
Yes. it’s really goodbye this time
And far below was the blacktop
And the tiny toy cars
And it all fell so fast
And it all fell so far
And she said:
You are a miracle but that is not all
You are also a stiff drink and I am on call
You are a party and I am a school night
And I’m lookin’ for my door key
But you are not my porch light
And you’ll never know, dear
Just how much I loved you
You’ll probably think this was
Just my big excuse
But I stand committed
To a love that came before you
And the fact that I adore you
Is but one of my truths
...
She’s choking on the smoke
Of unthinkable choices
She is haunted by the voices
Of so many desires
She’s bent over from the business
Of begging forgiveness
While frantically running around
Putting out fires
But then what kind of scale
Compares the weight of two beauties
The gravity of duties
Or the ground speed of joy?
Tell me what kind of gauge
Can quantify elation?
What kind of equation
Could I possibly employ?
And you’ll never know, dear
Just how much I loved you
You probably think this was
Just my big excuse
But I stand committed
To a love that came before you
And the fact that I adore you
Is just one of my truths
So I
I’m goin’ home
To please the one I so love pleasing
And I don’t expect
He’ll have much sympathy for my grieving
But I guess that this is the price
That we pay for the privilege
Of living for even a day
In a world with so many things
Worth believing
In
-Ani DiFranco
Why do I identify so much? I've never chosen between two people. I guess for me it's choices in general. The fight between body and soul, heart and mind, reason and desire. The line is not only gray it's multicolored. Should we pursue what is good for us or what makes us happy, or are they one and the same? How to distinguish between true happiness and the untrue?
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