Paradox By J.B. Rittenhouse

This is just a poem I really like. It's too deep for a facebook status..lol


I WENT out to the woods to-day


To hide away from you,

From you a thousand miles away—

But you came, too.



And yet the old dull thought would stay,

And all my heart benumb—

If you were but a mile away

You would not come.

Nothing

I have come to the realization that my life is worth nothing, and has no purpose, no hope. That is unless I am doing something, something not for myself but for someone else. If I am not loving someone, helping them, making a difference then I AM NOTHING. My life has no value to me if I am not giving everything I am to something greater than myself. I have only one life to live and it will not be in vain! Everyday things don't satisfy me anymore. I can no longer sit here and be quiet and my heart is screaming out for something more. My life is worthless in my own hands. So I give it to God, and like the potter he is, he is forming this clay into something he sees fit. I won't be still much longer because the fire inside of me is growing, and the yearnings of my heart are beating violently in my chest and I can feel change coming. Something big, bigger than myself. My worthless, pointless life is no longer my own but God's. And now everything is becoming clearer, and I am growing anxious because nothing is correct anymore, nothing around me seems right. I am crying out to God "Tell me what to do, who I can serve and I will do it! Show me!". That is my hearts plea because I was nothing, but now life is becoming something.

Echo

Vincent Van Gogh once said “I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate”. It is the same with me. My imagination has danced with thoughts of heroic adventures since I was a child, but it was only in my mind, and I walked through life longing for the adventures I only read about, and it gnawed at my heart knowing I would never go on a adventure quite like the ones I watched on TV or read in books. Such a cruel reality for a kid. So I wandered through life, doing what everyone else was doing, believing what everyone else believed but inside my heart there was an echo, and the echo ached. It ached for something more, something bigger in life. I tried to ignore it, but something always awakened it. Sometimes it was something I saw with my eyes, like a painted sunset, or it was something I heard like the uncontainable laughter of a child who was living in poverty on the streets of Tanzania. Whatever it was all I know is that I couldn’t shake it, the feeling that tells you “There is something more…you have a destiny”. Then one day it all came to me. We live in a world where good and evil are constantly at war. Satan is constantly destroying people, and their hearts and we brush it off and say “Oh, that’s just life”. It isn’t life, there is actually someone working behind the scenes and just because we can’t see him does not mean he is not there, and just like any tale of heroism we are called to be warriors. To fight the good fight!!! (1 Tim 6:12) To protect others, the orphans, the poor, the broken. Were called to love others and to give our lives for what we believe is true, and right even if it means everyone is against you. Were all in this battle, and just because we are not carrying swords and wearing armor doesn’t mean that it isn’t real. Satan is winning when he convinces you that this life is all there is, that this mundane life boring life is it. Each and everyone has a Destiny that is greater than anything we can imagine but like any good tale of adventure, one has to step up and embrace it, and that takes courage. So be courageous. Someone somewhere maybe waiting for you to step up. What happens if you never do?