“So what are you thinking today?” she asked. This time she was the one with the sly smile. I certainly didn’t expect her to come back asking for more.

With raised eyebrows I retorted, “Do you really want to know.. after yesterday, I mean.” Her sly grin lost its edge and faded to a sincere smile. I thought my left field comments from yesterday would have scared her away. Especially after I botched them up and said something I really didn’t mean to say. But I’ve changed my story since then, although it’s not too likely she’ll look back to see the change.

But what really is the difference? “What would you say if I told you I dreamed about having sex with you?” and “What would you say if I told you I had a dream about having sex with you?” Well, one implies that I’m consciously fantasizing about having sex. The other implies that while I was sleeping last night I had a dream in which I had sex. Certainly a big difference, if only the difference between the conscious and the subconscious. But I’ll let a psychologist argue that.

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Hey boys and girls, just a quick warning of introduction. Today’s pondering is just plain weird. So deal with it, okay? Snuggle up with a warm cup of coffee and enjoy the ponderings of a mad man, and be glad that you’re not cursed with this desire to ponder to no end.

The lights are dim and the cradle is empty. Is it just me, or do you feel it as well? Somebody flip the lights on, and save me from this wretched darkness.

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Why do you do what you do? What is your motivation? What is your purpose? Do you even have a purpose? What is your reason for getting up in the morning? Why do you go to work or class or whatever it is that you do? Or are you just doing what you’re told? Why? A certain beer manufacturer says why ask why? I say why not ask why?

Too often I think we question the things that are vastly different from our own experience. Yet we never stop to question the very things that make us who we are. Life isn’t about successes. It’s about so much more than that. It’s not always about getting your homework done on time and attending class. Sometimes it’s about putting your homework aside and going for a walk. Sometimes it’s about putting your selfishness aside and not seeking your success as the world defines it. In the end does it really matter if you drove a new Mercedes and wore an Armani suit? I don’t think so. In fact, I think you’ll find that things were very much a waste.

Why ask why? Because if you don’t you’ll waste your life thinking you have succeeded.

Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

I AM.

Who?

A brave, new idea.

What?

Something different, something challenging, something bold.

Huh?

Open up your mind, and let me in.

Who is there?

The truth.

One more class until the freedom of Spring Break! It’s about time. Now I can head home and do nothing. So think of me tomorrow as I’ll be taking the twelve hour drive home to Detroit. I apologize in advance for skipping tomorrow’s pondering. I doubt I’ll feel like pondering when I finally roll in.

Why do we live life in such a boring way? We do what everybody else does, just like everybody else. And don’t tell me that’s the best way. It’s certainly not the only way, and I doubt it’s the best way. Life is a creative expression. God made the sand on the sea shore unique. A jar of tiny pebbles from Lake Huron sits on my desk. They’re all different. They’re all unique. Each one is beautiful. Isn’t that how people are supposed to be? Yet we all follow the status quo. We’re really not that unique. We’re too scared to be unique. At least I am. Yet I have this urge to break away from what’s expected. Society can’t tell me how to live. I have the capacity to make my own decisions. Why do we always accept with such blind allegiance? Money is not all powerful. Success as the world defines it is worthless. Sex does not equal love. My generation prides itself in being different and unique. But are we really that different? From our parents and the generations before us, yes we are different. Just as different as they were from the generations before them. And we’re all just like each other. We all accept the plan laid out for us. We don’t question. Well, it’s time to start questioning. What do you want to do?

The most passionate and tender kiss is worthless. The satisfaction of a job well done is empty and hollow. The thrill of sport and the security of money are nothing. All the things of life are meaningless without the love of God. No matter what you are facing, how you are feeling God is there. He knows what you are going through, and he understands. He accepts you with open arms and loves you. He loves you. He doesn’t expect you to articulate in full and complete sentences with big fancy words just what you want, need or feel. He understands why you’ve ignored him for the past several days. He forgives you, and he loves you. He knows where you are at, he knows what you have been through, and he still loves you. That is so amazing, so freeing, so life giving. It makes life so much more. That is why I am alive. That is why I live. That is why I breathe.

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And, because you’ll be reading this tomorrow, Happy Birthday Mom.