We’re both looking for something
We’ve been afraid to find
It’s easier to be broken
It’s easier to hide - Lifehouse [First Time]
There I was. Lying on the floor and paralyzed from moving. My wife was there. I didn’t want her to see me like this, but I couldn’t make it to the stairs quickly enough. Even if I did get to the living room, she’d know that something was up. Not many sane people jump out of bed and run out of the room when they are trying to go to sleep. There was nothing left for me to do. My wife would see my vulnerable state as I laid weeping on the floor through a depression attack.
To be a teacher does not mean simply to affirm that such a thing is so, or to deliver a lecture, etc. No, to be a teacher in the right sense is to be a learner. Instruction begins when you, the teacher, learn from the learner, put yourself in his place so that you may understand what he understands and the way he understands it. - Kierkegaard
There he was, a young boy who looked up to me and wanted to learn everything that I knew. He thinks I am a genius with secret knowledge that no one has. Anxiously, he sat in the chair and waited for me to start. I began to talk and try to dispense my information, but the student just gave me a funny look. I knew the information. He knew I was giving it to him, but he couldn’t understand my technical jargon.
Get Rich Slowly is a finance blog that I frequent sometimes. I have gotten a few good resources such as clearcheckbook.com from them. They provide sound financial advice for those who desire to acquire more wealth without any schemes. Today I read a post about where our money goes when we invest in low-risk investments like money-market accounts, CD’s and savings accounts.
Last week, my wife and I were broke. Our checking accounts were bounced and savings completely depleted. From Monday until Thursday we were living on $15 in cash and we needed diapers. Thankfully, the boys did not get sick and Erica was on vacation. The
money was so tight that I went to shops to sell my guitars.
I learned a lesson through it all about living simply. Especially when I went to sell a guitar. I have two electrics, two acoustics, two basses, and one 12 string. I havent even taken my telecaster out of the case in nearly a year. Two weeks ago, Erica and I moved into the new apartment and I realized we have way to much junk. I collect alot of junk. Our lives collect alot of junk.
This morning I started pondering on the purpose of life. The same lame question that everyone thinks about occasionally on a given day. We should really be asking ourselves “Why am I asking whats the purpose of life?” I really don’t think it is a question that can
be answered in the same way one asks “What is your favorite flavor of ice cream” or “What was the score of the Devil Rays game last night”. If the answer was something factual like a baseball game, then we wouldn’t all still be asking it. If the answer is an opinion then we enter a circle of contradiction and are asking the wrong question.
