There’s an ongoing symptoms in the midst of Christian believers nowadays, and its name is Chrometophobia, or fear of money. In this case, it’s not actually fear, but rather, dislikes. The Christian is taught about “for the money is the root of all evil” law, therefore people tends to stay away from activity that can gave them label “money digger”. People feels guilty when they collect money more than what he thought he need. Sorry, did you notice that I wrote the law wrong? Correct. I was deliberately wrote it wrong. The correct one is “for the love of money is the root of all evil”. It’s not the money that is wrong, but it’s our attitude toward the money that can make it the root of all evil. People sometimes giving up opportunities and saying “I dislikes money. It’s the root of all evil,” kind of things. But actually, more often than not, it’s because they’re covering up for their lack of motivation by giving excuses that looks religious.
Today’s Daily Prompt:
“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?
Every people has these two feelings coloring their life at some moments, even to today. Those feelings are hope, and anxiety. It’s like the topmost of your life imagined, versus the worst of your nightmare, also imagined. We could soaring high in life, even passed our expectation. But we can also fall to the depth of the ocean, far deeper than the worst we can imagine. But those two feeling keep your life balanced and in check, but sometimes can become your enemy as well. Your hope can pump you productive in order to reach the goal. But if you have a low self-esteem, you might not put your goal soaring high in the sky, but just as high as the clouds. Or even trees. Therefore, your goal has become your own limitation, as people tends to not work exceeds their expected result. Your anxiety can becomes your drive to get out from “red zone”, if you now has fall below what you’ve expected in your life. But if you have a spoiled mentality, once you get out from your “red zone”, you tend to feel comfort, which in turn leads you prone to fall to “red zone” again.
This post was made in response of daily prompt: Share the story of a time you felt unsafe. But I don’t have time to finish it, so I miss the moment. But because I feel compelled to share it, I finish it and post it here for your delight. Enjoy.
It was just a hiking activities back there, when I was just an fifth elementary grader. Every fifth grader in our school every year will have to go to a religious themed camp that the school held. I’ve never been in a camp before, so this was my first time. Even though I can’t remember every details, everything went okay for a couple of days, I think. Except for the food. Oh, the food. Yea, I remember about that food. And about the splattered drink water. Oh, the splattered drink water. I just had this long hostility towards spicy food, which caused me to actually go berserk at the time I put that spicy fried noodle on my mouth, and grab the nearest water bottle, which in turns splats into the table and the floor. Oh well, it’s a not too good childhood memory, but I’ve moved on. Let’s not dive too deep into that, shall we? We will have much other things to “dive” for in the rest of this story. 🙂
Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.
Well, I don’t know if this story can be categorized as this kind of daily prompt, but one day, I woke up with the sun shining happily on my face. And then I suddenly realized one thing: I am VERY late! I look at the clock, and I’m already late 30 minutes even when I’m still on my bed. How come my alarm clock didn’t buzz!? Oh there’s no time to even THINK about that! I took the towel from the cloth hanger and rushing to the bath room, and suddenly I slipped when I stepped on bathroom mat. My body lunged forward into the bathroom as my feet thrown to the air on my back. My head swinging on the bathroom wall. Everything like happened in slow motion mode. Oh crap, I think, things will be very uglyyyyy… as I watch the wall get closer and closer to my face.
And then I woke up. With sweat on my cloth. It’s still dark outside. I just stunned there for 5 seconds, before exhaled deeply and felt a GREAT relief. I crawled off my bed, check my phone alarm. Still set as expected. I looked at the clock. Even in the dark, I can estimate that I still have 2 hours worth of sleep before the alarm woke me up. So I crawling slowly to my bed, trying to get into my good night sleep, and then sleeping happily ever after… or at least for another two hours.
Today’s post will be a little different, because this covering big change in my life.
For almost one year and half, I’ve serve on this school as a computer teacher and IT staff, and I’d say it’s quite a thrilling experiences. I met new and awesome people, frantically learn alien language I’ve known nothing about, doing some impossible projects I’ve never known I have the ability to do that (thanks to the people who has been such a GREAT help), and enduring pressures on desperate times, all is gathered in that one moment when I finally bid my farewell to this school for a new job and experiences that my soul always thirst of.
Once upon a time, which is approximately 1 month ago, I was visiting my old house from my childhood which was located very near from my new house, which I have lived in there for 13 at least years. I visit that house to help my mom oversee the renovating progress of that house. It was supposed to be just another ordinary day, until I suddenly see my old friend from my childhood from afar. He was somewhat far, and wasn’t walking to my direction, that I didn’t bother to call him. After these 13 years, he looks just exactly the same, that I recognize him immediately.
Maybe some of you notice that these days I post many new posts, whereas I’ve left this blog on dust for more than 2 months. I don’t know why, but I just feel I have more juice inside me to write more often, as I found that writing is energizing, but at the same time, sips my energy away. Nowadays, I feel I need to write something when I see something good, instead of just retweet it or share it over the Facebook. These days I just feel some melancholy feeling that I’ll always feel when I’m about to face a big change in life, and that can lead me to writing, or pull me away. I listen instrumental with melancholy tunes more often (but melancholy doesn’t necessarily means sad). I still can’t say what big change it is, but I truly hope it’s for good.
And which it feels like a perfect time to contemplate a little about teaching that my dad often gave to me when he’s still here. No, it’s not what you think. He is still here, but very far away from home. So, my interaction with him is now limited and greatly reduced. Even though there are technology like Facetime and Skype, it just doesn’t feel comfy to talk with it. Usually it’s my mom who spend a great deal of time to talk with my dad over the Facetime. I just joined them some times.
This picture reminds me that sometimes what each of our dad teach is probably not what we like to hear at the time it’s given, but when we have clear our head, usually we can starting to see what he really means. When I see myself, usually I found that I’m too cocky to listen to his argument. I feel that I already know everything, and I doesn’t need any advice from anyone. But the truth is, when I feel too cocky, it’s usually because I know I’m wrong or something is not right, but I’m too eager to let it go. I act cocky just so that he won’t push me any further, because if he pushes any further, I know that I will lost in the argument. The problem is, at the time the argument take place, my mind and my heart was so locked on to the thing(s) that I was hold on into, whether that is thing, or bad habit, or anything. And usually we started to understand what our father said when it’s almost or even already too late.
My biggest trap is that I’m too easy to fall into comfort zone, wherever I am. I’m too easy to feel contended with what I have in life. Whereas my papa wants me to be a “bloodlust” tiger, always feel unsatisfied, always strive for more. In the Myers-Briggs type personality indicator, I have INFP personality, which shortened to “Idealist”. But one thing that I realized when I see on the result, is that I tend — well, “tend” is underrated here — I go to a GREAT LENGTH to avoid conflicts whenever possible. And I say, it’s very true. Sadly, sometimes, to do something that’s a little out of my style is also considered as “conflict” for my subconscious mind. His advice that I always remember until now is that sooner or later, the time will catch up to me. And that is also true. But I just can see what he say about when I already experience it, when my ego is not clouding my judgement and reasoning. This is one thing that keep conflicting in my life until now. But it’s a good thing that he still let me discover everything by myself, not shoving anything down my throat.
Well, I guess that will wrap up something for today. May this serve as a reminder that we may not see things the way it is supposed to be now. But when the time come, we will be thankful to our earthly father of his most valuable heritage to us: his wisdom. Thanks dad.
I was browsing the internet to find an original ISO download for Windows 7 Home Premium Chinese, when my eyes suddenly stumbled on this Microwave Mentality. It’s a syndrome where you feel that everything is moving faster and faster, while patience is getting thinner and thinner everyday. The Microwave is an awesome invention, and it’s already speed up many things on cooking. But there are many times when I just tapped my sole on the ground and think about how slow the Microwave works. So I also realized that I’ve become impatient.
Today, I’m not writing so much, but I just want to upload an old comic from Calvin and Hobbes (by Bill Watterson) that send me to a deep contemplate about what is work all about, and to whom I work for, and my goal in life. This picture is big, so I will move it in the “more” section so that it won’t be automatically loaded on the main page. Click on “read more” to see it. And don’t forget to share what you thought about it.
Daily Prompt: If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fiction, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture.
(New) photographers, artists, poets: show us OPPOSITE.
When this shows up in the WordPress newsfeed today, I was in total loss of words. I usually post almost about anything in this blog, but mostly it’s about philosophy and tech. When I look again at my post, I realized that I almost never post anything that contains photos from my real life activities. So, today I will do something radically different, but also something that I was also looking forward to do from a very long time: Food Review.