The human heart is a wonderful gift full of beauty, mischief and unpredictability. It's an uncontrollable, even potentially dangerous entity. It feels what it wants when it wants. If my heart is truly open, then I am capable of experiencing the highest of highs and moments of pure joy, and the lowest of lows—of loneliness, sadness, jealousy, despair, etc. All in the same day.
The human brain--now there is a powerful machine. Capable of unlimited imagination and creativity, or of wanton destruction.
Life is about learning how to shepherd the heart and discipline the mind.
Oh, I have to say Happy Osama bin Gotten!!!!
No, I don't view getting bin Laden as revenge, nor about hatred, nor about cowboy justice. It's about a war—yet another, and in this case gargantuan, clash between good and evil. When you boil it all down, I fervently believe that in this case, the cliché rings true.
My house came within a day of going on the auction block. At the last minute, I did what I had to do and was fortunate enough to have the resources to pull it off.
I've let Jack pretty much go, although it's always possible that Jack will decide to hang out with me again. And I will let him. In the meantime, I'm not going to turn blue worrying about it.
And now there is Jeff. Well, there's not really Jeff. But I like him. And besides, Jeff is young. Too young. And he hates himself. He has a lot to learn—a lot of maturing to do. And so does Trevor. But Trevor is only a friend and nothing more. But I'll be damned if my heart is not opening itself up in this strange, scary way to Jeff. I dunno. I get to be very careful here.
Sometimes I think I deserve to put a shingle out on my doorstep and start charging a fee for all the consulting / listening hours I'm putting in lately—dealing with everyone else's shit. I'm too good a listener with too big a heart perhaps.
