It's another day, and another kaleidoscope of feelings, thoughts and musings.
This afternoon, right before I went to prepare for even class, I was pretty down, thinking about how I didn't really like teaching here, how everywhere is pretty much the same, and that life was, more or less, equal to the stench of "stinky tofu," which I can tell you first hand, "by any other name" would smell the same. But by the time I finished class, I my emotions had pulled a u-turn. I felt much better. It is amazing the difference a good two hour class can make. And It should be a warning of the danger of living based on something as fragile as emotions
I've felt stressed a lot here, with work especially. Wondering if I made the right decision working at the school I'm at. But really, I need to take it one day at a time. As some poet once said "Travel is the fool's paradise." And what he meant, as I can fathom it, is this: that no matter where you go, people are people, things are things, places are place, and you are still you. If you're happy with who you are at home, you probably will be wherever you are. But if you are not....then changing the view probably won't help as much as you might think it will.
And honestly, I don't have very much to be stressed out about. I have friends working in other countries who work much harder than I do and am under so much more pressure. I think it's good to sometimes remind ourselves of what's really important in life, and what really lasts. So that's what I'm doing now, and you're reading it!! That this world is mere shadows, a veil that will one day be removed. That in the End, it only matters if we're covered with Grace and Blood.
That we need to take our daily bread, not our yearly meal. To remind ourselves everyday our purposes.
Well, it's late, so I'm gonna take off. I hope that as you read this, you find yourself well, and at peace.
God bless,
Jonathan
Monday, October 8, 2007
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Horace wrote, "Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt." Sky, not soul, do they change, those who run across the sea.
God bless.
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