Have you ever thought to yourself, “It’s not easy bein’ green?” No? Replace the word green with a word that better describes you – physically, culturally or situational. At one time or another, you’ve gone down the rabbit hole of comparing yourself to others and their situation. Don’t. That’s a one-way ticket to depression.
squint out the details and trivial things until all that you see is the important. now start painting the beautiful picture that is your vivid and intended life.
despite your lying tongue; despite your angry mouth; despite your addiction; despite your doubt; despite all that makes you imperfect, you’ve been forgiven and set free by grace.
Dearest, if you’re reading this
I may be already dead
My wrists are already red
The fish are already fed
“Hope is but a waking dream”
That’s what Aristotle said
I love words. They can be powerful. This short film is an amazing example of that.
So many people talk about being thankful, but sometimes truly being thankful is difficult. I’ve found that thinking on the simplest things that you have, but can’t imagine doing without, is a good way to start toward the path of thankfulness.
One injury, one affair, one arrest or one unforgivable misstep is all that it takes to go from being beloved by all to being the forgotten has-been. “There is no remembrance of former things, neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come by those that shall come after.”
On October 5, we lost the Thomas Edison of our time, Steve Jobs. He brought us the Apple computer, the iPod and the iPhone, among countless other innovations. There has been a vast amount of media coverage of his life and impact on our culture and among the clips, I’ve been introduced to a 2005 Stanford University commencement address where he talked about connecting the dots, love, love and death.
While every one of us can glean some wisdom and encouragement from this speech, this post is intended specifically for my 17-year old son, Kenn II. As he prepares for the next chapter of his life with college, I want him to consider and digest every word of Steve Job’s Stanford U commencement speech. I want him to stay hungry. I want him to stay foolish.