I was thinking about this goal as I walked home earlier and realised that inspiring someone is just a small part of what I actually want to accomplish in my life.
When Im gone (or preferably before), I want people to remember me and miss me, I want people to be sad that I’m gone. I want to have meant something to them. That is what I strive for in all of my relationships no matter how fleeting or small. I want to make a good impression, I want to be looked up to and felt proud to know and to be wanted around and in their lives at the good times and bad. I want people to want me to be there for them because they know I care.
I dont care so much for leaving material things behind. It all comes down to having touched someones life and making a positive impact of it.
I care so much for other people and maybe part of it comes down to caring too much about what those people think of me… but if cared. I want to be wanted. I want to be loved. 1 month ago
Rick Warren’s son’s death really really shakes me. And I only started to getting to know his pastoral style and apologetic style thru interviews that John piper that he himself conducts with Rick warren (damn their both really great). I know i’m late haha and Rick Warren’s son has passed away. But I meant to comment on it anyway….
I can’t believe that Rick Warren’s son took his own life. He was in deep depression and he had a lot of suicidal thoughts. Rick Warren’s church (yes this time I’m referring to Papa Warren) claim was that even though Rick Warren’s son had a really good spirit and has capacity to encourage people, he past away. Mostly im grieved and mad at God and am like….”How could you do this????” Rick Warren’s son past away at the age of 27. I can’t fucking rack my brain around it, I just can’t. disclaimer: if you are agnostic or athiest or any other religion and feeling uncomfortable at anytime you can be like I’ll pass and go to another 43things entry post, I won’t be offended I swear
I Have bipolar type II disorder and definitely experienced what Rick warren has gone through, in fact I went to seek professional help wobblebaby farts to prove jokingly my credientials that come off as boasting anyways i’ve come a long way and am the thoughts (suicidal) are way less intense than they used to be. Still, the onset of many manic (but mostly depressive episodes) are very inconvenient and unnecessary and when it happens feels this certain level of intensity knowing that this is something I need (not a choice) to adapt too. On another point, it sickens me when someone wants to take away their life, and that’s when suicide watch and professionals and talking hotlines and friends and family and bakeract are handy. Those problems that seem like so unsolvable at its superficiality or seem like they are like tree roots grounded planted firmly in a aquatic environment or seems like it matters like terribly matters so much in its core if not fixed has a exceptionally delayed possibility, a delayed yet profoundly good things to come. Even the problems would cause us to take a detour, perhaps unfair yet good intentioned backroads, something that will build us our character and our perspective in our dealings of our destiny. This burden yet conquerable trails can one day impact others and little do we know may be a deal breaker for the better, deciding between breathing and taking one’s life away. 1 month ago
Taken from somebody’s 43T page. Sorry, I forgot the name of who I copied it from my clioboard yesterday.
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
—Mary Jean Iron 3 months ago
Now I just had a first hand experience about how touching it is and how sweet to receive kindness from somebody when you need it the most. Such a wonderful feeling. What an impact it makes to somebody’s bad day.. 3 months ago
Love this quote!
My life as I lived it had often seemed to me like a story that has no beginning and no end. I had the feeling that I was a historical fragment, an excerpt for which the preceding and succeeding text was missing. I could well imagine that I might have lived in former centuries and there encountered questions I was not yet able to answer; that I had to be born again because I had not fulfilled the task that was given to me.
—> Carl Jung 3 months ago