Dear Friend,
Have I ever told you how beautiful music is? It would be impossible to describe, but I’ll try. Music is the bread and butter of life. Everyone needs music, whether it’s rock, hip-hop, classical, jazz, country, or and sound that soothes the soul. Without, there would be no meaning to life.
“Glory Days” is when everything in life is good according to your plan. For me, everything is not going well. I’m still in school, which makes me somewhat miserable. I still live with my parents where home is like jail. My “glory days” will come in the future. At those times, I want to be successful, be married, and have kids. Everything needs to feel right.
Home is not all that bad, especially during the holiday. I always surprised when people become all helpful during Thanksgiving and Christmas. A typical holiday evening would be my mom, my grandma, my sister, and me cooking dinner, while my dad entertains the guess. Even the guess help out with cleaning the tables and preparing the food, and when started to eat, all the food that been eaten seems to release endorphins and everyone is happy and stay happy till everyone has left. The holidays is a time where everyone is happy, no matter what circumstance there is. I wish it was like that all the time.
Sincerely,
Eric
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
October 7, 2008
Dear Friend,
It’s been awhile since I wrote the last one. Last weekend, I didn’t go to church. Yeah, I am a Christian; I love God, believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sin, and love all the wonderful things he has done and created. No doubt I will be and forever will be a Christian, but lately church is being whack. There is one certain type of church that people should really go to. This type is like any other church in the world, but it mostly focuses on fellowship. I’m not talking about different branches of Christianity, but a minority church. The people who go to those churches only go to meet friends and family, and when they meet up, rumors and gossip starts to pop out from nowhere, and it would create chaos. I was one of those people. I’m not saying that everyone is like this, but it seems to catch my attention recently that people go and waste their time going to church and not learn anything from that day except the latest news on someone. The youth plays a great example that shows how people go to church for the wrong reasons. When kids and teenagers go to church, it’s really a time to play instead of a time to learn. Kids would explore around the church while the teens would play basketball, football, or anything to kill their time. All I’m trying to say is that people that go to that type of church are wasting their time.
Everywhere I go, I see stupidity, especially with my friends. I heard them talk about what happened at last weekend’s party or how the rave was, and I would hear how some idiot got so drunk or how many people they had sex with. At my senior homecoming after party, I saw my friends in a whole different perspective. For a bit, I didn’t even recognized anyone. They were getting all drunk, getting high and flirting with each other. At that time, I didn’t feel like doing all of the things that my friends were doing. Everything didn’t feel right for me, and I realized that getting drunk and high is not what it all seems to be. I’m really ok with doing those activities every one in a while, but for the people who abuse it any chance they could get, it just a little too much.
After coming from that weird night, I feel “infinite.” I get that feeling after having one of the greatest or one of the worst experiences of my whole life. When I was driving home that night, I felt that nothing in the world mattered. I had a chill song blasted through the speakers that seemed soft and natural. I had the windows down to let the cool breeze from the night swarm into the car that relaxed my body. From a great experience, it would still be implanted in your mind and would still have the adrenaline pumped throughout the body. From a bad event, the mind become cleansed from all the horrible recent memory and leaves refreshed. That’s how I felt that night.
Sincerely,
Eric
It’s been awhile since I wrote the last one. Last weekend, I didn’t go to church. Yeah, I am a Christian; I love God, believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sin, and love all the wonderful things he has done and created. No doubt I will be and forever will be a Christian, but lately church is being whack. There is one certain type of church that people should really go to. This type is like any other church in the world, but it mostly focuses on fellowship. I’m not talking about different branches of Christianity, but a minority church. The people who go to those churches only go to meet friends and family, and when they meet up, rumors and gossip starts to pop out from nowhere, and it would create chaos. I was one of those people. I’m not saying that everyone is like this, but it seems to catch my attention recently that people go and waste their time going to church and not learn anything from that day except the latest news on someone. The youth plays a great example that shows how people go to church for the wrong reasons. When kids and teenagers go to church, it’s really a time to play instead of a time to learn. Kids would explore around the church while the teens would play basketball, football, or anything to kill their time. All I’m trying to say is that people that go to that type of church are wasting their time.
Everywhere I go, I see stupidity, especially with my friends. I heard them talk about what happened at last weekend’s party or how the rave was, and I would hear how some idiot got so drunk or how many people they had sex with. At my senior homecoming after party, I saw my friends in a whole different perspective. For a bit, I didn’t even recognized anyone. They were getting all drunk, getting high and flirting with each other. At that time, I didn’t feel like doing all of the things that my friends were doing. Everything didn’t feel right for me, and I realized that getting drunk and high is not what it all seems to be. I’m really ok with doing those activities every one in a while, but for the people who abuse it any chance they could get, it just a little too much.
After coming from that weird night, I feel “infinite.” I get that feeling after having one of the greatest or one of the worst experiences of my whole life. When I was driving home that night, I felt that nothing in the world mattered. I had a chill song blasted through the speakers that seemed soft and natural. I had the windows down to let the cool breeze from the night swarm into the car that relaxed my body. From a great experience, it would still be implanted in your mind and would still have the adrenaline pumped throughout the body. From a bad event, the mind become cleansed from all the horrible recent memory and leaves refreshed. That’s how I felt that night.
Sincerely,
Eric
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