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What a beautiful piece of heartache this has all turned out to be. Lord knows we've learned the hard way all about healthy apathy. And I use these words pretty loosely. There's so much more to life than words..
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Tuesday, April 29, 2003
It's like how I'm torn between moving and staying here -- only on an infinitely grander scale.
I do want to stay here, after all. I really do. I've got the jr. high group that I've been working with since moving here over four years ago, and this particular group of students that I'm closer to than any in the past. And I do have some friends in town, and more people that have known me since I moved here and thus can, if I actually talk to them about it, offer some legitimate input on who I was then and who I am now and which of the changes are for the better. But, the job market here is terrible, and I still am somewhat frustrated by my lack of deep and true connections .. by how I'm still spending most of my time either alone or with newer friends I've known for less than a year because the other people don't call and I can't keep calling them every time .. and I'm running out of creative ways to keep the mask on through it all and yet can't seem to just let it fall and start being *gasp* HONEST when people ask how I'm doing these days. So, mostly because of the job market factor, but also because of the others and so many more, I really want to move. Yet I really don't, because of the jr. highers mostly. And I do feel at home here in some bizarre way. When I look at the mountains, when I think through about twenty ways to get from point a to point b (I swear my town is shaped like a pentagram), when I can tell other people who to call when they're in a situation I've faced before. I LIVE here. This is my town. I just wouldn't mind as much now as I would have a couple years ago if it wasn't my town anymore.. And there are so many places I could move. I'm not romanticizing the idea of moving like I used to. I don't think it will solve all my problems or make people like me more. I know the reality of who I am and how *I* will always need to change, nomatter how far away I move from where I was before.. that I won't be moving any further from myself. I understand that. And I know that people will be busy wherever I go, and that my age group will be full of people that are dating or married and all-in-all less likely to hang out with a single person ('cause that's just how it is), especially one they don't know yet. And I know that the job market in America in general isn't fantastic, but it's a whole lot better in a lot of other places. And I know there are problems involved with moving, like setting up connections (though I already have some in each of the places I'm even remotely considering), and starting over on everything from health care to job references. But still, moving might be the only valid option after having lived here four years and still being at such a relatively dead end. So I'm torn. Very, very torn.. Which, in being torn, also means I'm procrastinating on making any decision and on starting any of the things that will be necessary for my future here or elsewhere, like applying for either a local college or a college in the place I might someday live, or setting up housing anywhere. I mean, I know I'll have to move out of my HUGE one-bedroom apartment to elsewhere in town, whether that elsewhere means I'll have to have a roommate again or not. But I haven't even begun to look for somewhere to move, whether in town again or just general perameters in any of the places I'm considering. Yes, torn. Similarly, I'm even more torn between the desire to be in Heaven right now, and the desire to keep walking around on earth. I never really understood the grammar of "to live is Christ, to die is gain", as Paul put it, but I certainly understand the concept. I am so unbelievable weary, so overwhelmingly broken. I can't really get into the deeper parts of it right now (though my goal is to open up that much in the near future), but I can assure you that although I am never going to be suicidal again (I am, however, very much aware of and alert to that risk), I am tired of being alive. But I don't want to die, either. When the thought of death hits me (it does more and more frequently the more my life goes on at this rate), it brings up chokes and sobs.. I can't leave my twin brother. I can't leave my jr. highers, or my long-time friends, or my new friends that haven't yet seen the love of Christ enough to believe it. I can't leave the rest of my biological relatives, even though relationships there can be incredibly rocky at times. So I'm torn. I want to be here on earth, loving people and sometimes even realizing that I'm loved by them. (Those who have never faced depression before may not understand that statement for what it really means. Please try, as best you're able. After that, please still just give the benifit of love-anyway.) A few years ago, I found a word in a roommate's dictionary that I absolutely fell in love with. Dictionary.com's entry says: "Welt·schmerz (vltshmrts) n. -- Sadness over the evils of the world, especially as an expression of romantic pessimism." It's a German word, and is most closely synonymous with world-weariness. I decided to name my start-up promotion company Weltschmerz Promotions, and have used this word in many other ways since. It is one with very deep meaning for me. So I'm torn. Because I love people but I'm tired of life. And especially because the people I love may not spend eternity the same way I do. And I don't want to leave them. Now, before you get too worried, let me explain that this is not me going deeper into depression than I have been these past few years. This is actually me coming out of depression after having finally recognized that it wasn't a struggle on the verge fought from the outside; no, it was a struggle with the core fought from too deep inside to even know I was there. This is progress. This is good. And this is honest.
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Breathe Deep, breathe deep the Breath of God!" "You may be bruised and torn and broken, but
you're Mine!" "I don't deserve to speak, and they don't deserve
to hear it. It's makin' me believe that it's not
about me." "Kickin' against these goads sure did cut up my
feet. Didn't your hands get bloody as you washed
them clean?" "They say God blessed us with plenty. I say
you?re blessed with poverty. ?Cause you never
stop to wonder whether earth is just a little
better than the Land of the Free" "Computers will know everything in the 21st
century. They'll be like me in the 20th
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