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Last night, Hart House Quad laid host to a chorus of Christian worship and prayer as dozens of University of Toronto’s very own Christian campus groups gathered together for one night of unity and praise. The grounds shook as approximately 400 people from all different cultures and backgrounds united together for one sole purpose, Christ. In asking Derek, a member of CCF (Chinese Christian Fellowship) what inspired him to envision such an event he merely replied, “I wanted to see Christ.” In elaborating he further explained, “I see God in the love and actions of men and women who hold their faith with such excitement and joy. Through such an expression I see Christ at work as it challenges me to seek him more.” In seeing the flood of people last night, one can definitely agree that Christ must’ve have been at work last night. “We planned so much, but in the end we knew that everything was on God. There was so much we couldn’t control and he definitely revealed himself last night. Somehow everything just went perfectly.” As Vanessa Tam, member of CCF shared. “The weather was a huge concern and the amount of people… I don’t think anyone really expected this many to actually come. I mean wow. God was definitely here.” The night included a musical worship team composed of members from different fellowships, and prayers and musical performances by the various campus groups. “To see the different fellowships and hearing their visions of how God has been at work in their fellowships has been such an overwhelming and revitalizing experience.” Junia Kim, member of KCF (Korean Christian Fellowship) shares. “I mean, just seeing how everything came together, I’m so excited to see how God has been working at U of T and how he will continue to work here.” Along with the different musical talents, there was also a speaker present whose message of Campus Revival echoed across the crowd. “It is the opportunities that are available now.” He explained, “…that have the ability to spark great change and everlasting impressions. God is at University, and has granted each and one of you the chance to spread his Word in an environment filled with eager listeners who are hungry and thirsty for an answer to the emptiness within their hearts.” When asked what was the primary purpose of this miraculous night, Derek elaborated, “I am just trying to remind everyone that God is still here and through this expression of unity, one can see that God’s presence and direction is beyond that of a single fellowship but encompasses every individual, and every prayer.” In conclusion, “Ultimately I don’t want this night to be all about hype, I want people to be lifted in knowing that there is so much God is doing here that we are not aware of and I want that to inspire us and renew us with energy to aspire for greater things. And in the end, I believe that this is just a beginning that stands as a reminder challenging us all to further in our outreach and in our fellowship with one another.”


* This is something that i was thinking of. Holding a unity event that included all the different fellowships across campus at hart House Quad. The place cost around $700 a night, also with equipment and advertising costs probably will add to around $1000. I was hoping to do this around april, right before the exams schedule, which adds to the concern that this month is quite heavy in rain. Anyways was just an idea and we'll see how it goes.

Purpose and meaning, two qualities that are becoming more and more important to me as im gettin a bit older. A desire to have more than just a job, but a career founded upon purpose, that is meaningful and influential to not only myself but also impacting the world in some way. Such is the future that i strive for. I agree that it is important to any individual regardless of where they come from, that money and a very secure life are attributes that must be achieved and are held as life long dreams. And i have no objections to such values, mostly because we live a society dictated by necessity and a desire for these things, yet, could life be more than just security and a satisfaction of needs. Could life hold greater expectations than the ones we are taught to believe and groomed to perform since childhood.

I was told this story of how two recent Harvard graduates traveled to a small town of 200 people in Mongolia. The town was built on a business of producing and selling milk to the nearby towns, as milk was produced from their local oxes. The problem with the business however, was that the town was located several hours away from the nearest town or city that they sold to, and so after traveling for several hours to the towns, the milk would have gone sour and so the profit would have been minimal. Because of this, these graduates proposed that rather than selling milk, they would teach the townspeople how to produce cheese instead and so they could save much of the sour milk and the unnecessary expeditions. Furthermore, because the cheese would have been produced from these oxes which are only found in the nearby area of Mongolia, such cheese would possess a unique taste and go for a higher price. Finally, these two graduates would bring in international investors creating a higher demand and an influx of money for the town.

Upon reflecting from this story, i wondered how my life could impact people like these graduates could. Not to change the world, but to do something that would could change something. To have a higher purpose than to just live safely and satisfied with the things that are seen as comfortable and luxury.

In reading the news daily and being aware of what's happening in the world globally outside of my little hub of friends and current comfort zone, I have realized that the definition i place on defining my state of living, does not pay justice to what is real for the vast majority of this world. That in living in the top 3% percentile of the population, there is so much more to life than just the things that i know and see. So much that to focus merely on a satisfactory life would be to live life half full, blinded and ignorant of the possibilities and the realities of the world.

I guess in the end, i just want to do something in life that would somehow make a difference in this world, and that such action would lead me to feel more than just satisfied and complacent, but would give me meaning and purpose.

Freakn asian drivers. So i was gettin out this gas station ready to make a right and exit onto the main street and because the light was red, the cars were stopped so i drove down and signaled to cut into the gap between the cars. When this Freakn 5o old asian ass women driver drives up and blocks that gap and gives me the dirtiest star ever and doesn't let me in. WTF yo. Now my dad is in the passenger seat tellin me to speed up and cut her off - cause well, us Wei's dont take crap from nobody, ecspecially from old middle aged si - lise. But watever, it's a nice day and i myself dont intend to cut off some random women so i just let her speed off.

Later on another dumbass asian driver strikes again. As im bout to make a left turn onto my street off finch and the lights clearly yellow, i look and i see this car coming down and im thinkin - yo this guys prolly gonna stop right, i mean it's already yellow. So i begin to make the turn slowly and little did i know that this dumbass initial d wannabe piece of crap driver would actually step on the gas rather than on the brake, nearly colliding with my car. Luckily i swerved in time and stomped on the break as this old ass civic races down inches away from my car. WTF - all these punk ass asian kids and women trying to act like their damn race drivers when im just trying to have a simple and carefree drive on a beautiful monday afternoon.

Now although a lot of those that have been in my car might say that im also a punk driver myself. However, i would like to clear my case right here and distinguish between myself and the rest of the retards that drive so recklessly. First off when i cut off people, i actually dont cut off people, i merely switch lanes often but i do so at a distance thats safe. And ive never actually been a mean driver and purposely been an ass on the streets, ive always lived with a principle of kindness and respect of fellow drivers and pedestrians. I've also never actually driven dangerously or pretended to be some retarded kid thinkin that he's playin a video game or is racing. I enjoy the slow and easy drives with the windows down. But anyways, not to sound racist or anythin, cause i know that there are a lot of safe drivers who are asian, but from witnessing the retardation and disrespect found in Asians in scarborough today, i just had to vent a little.

Also ive spent the past two days watchin the entire series of this show online. Spent 16 hours in 2 days infront of my computer. Beautiful.

So pretty much for so far this summer, ive been paintin for my dad and been workin downtown at UT. It's been a good coupla weeks since te end end of school and a good time to get bak to doin the simple things in life. I guess one thing that my friend reflected upon while we were paintin, was the sense of accomplishment that one gets in completing a project like this. To actually get to see the process of finishing paintin a house, its kinda rewarding to finally see teh finished product.




I really can't wait till i touchdown on the great 852. It's gonna magical. Just a coupla more weeks till that beautiful 29 degrees, 90% percent humid. Damn.

So this past victoria weekend, i went to May Conference, a Korean CHristian retreat up in Hamilton somewhere. It was definitely a good experience as i was able to be reminded of what an Active Christ follower must do and what kinda of responsibilty entailed for one. For so long now ive remained comfortable in my current state of living and have remained a passive and lazy individual. It was a strong reminder and i was once again able to hear the words necessary to just wake me up. I dont know, im just hopin that this wont be another spiritual high and that i'll fall once again to my good old comfortable and safe living habit.

It's kinda weird, the more time that i spend experiencing korean culture - people (in general) and food in particular, the more i begin to familiarize and to start liking these things. KCF has been a pretty cool place to just experience a different Side of God that has been really enlightening and interesting. IT's so spiritual and so very tangible as one can almost feel God himself present around oneself. Though there remains a lot that i still am culturally unaware of and find a little unique and different, but in general it's just been a sick time and ive come have nothing but mad love for Korea.

KAM JAK TANG - the best, best food in the entire world. So beautiful as it is served up along with those mini dishes like kimchi and that potatoe stuff. It's all so very, very heavenly and perfect. It is an amazing combination of both spiciness and a little sweetness and sour. But also being to dig up the meat from the beef bone, it provides such a perfectly cooked tender texture and in mixing with the rice, the soup has such a strong aroma and fragrance of kimchi and pepper sweetness. It is the best that Korea has to offer in my mind, As this meal is to me nothing short of perfection. Ecspecially when it is served up with a nice cold OB beer, AWWW MAN, a taste of heaven as it cools the pallet and just refreshes the mouth and body. Invigorating.

Man my schedule is so messed up. Getting home at like 4 in the middle of the night and wakin up at 1 everyday. Definitely gotta start gettin bak on a more regular schedule. Anyways i was playin ball yesterday for the first time in pretty much a long long time. Man my cardio is bad, gotta start runnin or something. Also, i find myself constantly trying to reminisce bout the past, should really start lookin ahead rather than gettin lost in the past.

If theres one thing that i love so so much, its cell phones (like the Sony Ericsson W910 - DAMN). So hot, so sexy, so sleek, it's everything that a man could ask for. And wha'ts the best thing about cell phones? its that these companies such as my favourite sony ericsson, they constantly come out with even bigger and better models. In turn, it continuously drives me to upgrade and upgrade to get that sweet and sexy metal and chrome finished phone that comes out a coupla months before the previous sexy one did. U know, someone would call this desire, this addiction to upgrade a fall to consumerism. THat i would fall prey in becoming a tool to society's ploy in screwing the working student out of his little money? To this accusation, i gotta say - COME ON. Consumerism is for the weak at heart, but Passion is for the strong. I wonder what else in life can or should be upgraded too?

Today was a very, very unique day as i was able to experience both a highlight and also come to a realization of something that was very painful. A simple fact - I suck at bowling. A sport, if even called that, but a game nonetheless without purpose and void of any skill has become something that i detest and despise. A competitive person at heart, in seeing my low score on the monitor in comparison to the fellow competitors playing beside me, my heart breaks at what it displays. Such injustice and inequality is it displays not only my skill but also shows my lack in character and manhood as i am unable to rise to the occasion. They are able to elevate their score, yet consequently mine simply stays the same. What game is this, where i cannot win?
However on a positive note, i was able to see Ironman today, a great movie in my mind, filled with great effects and even having a good story line for a comic book movie. And in seeing this movie and this character of Tony Sparks who transformed into this machine that is iconic of heroism and all that is good, one draws comparison between the man and the mask. Can a man be more than what he is, by simply dressing different and thereby leading him to act differently. If Tony Sparks didn't have the armor and the suit, who would he be? Would he be any less of a man, could he evoke any less of an influence on the world? Such questions cause me to think about who I am. If a suit is able to change a man into being an icon of goodness that saves the world, what must i wear to even inspire the least of changes in this world. What must i do in order to make a difference? Is it even possible to change who i am to become another man by merely changing my outlook and outer self? Although far fetched and even insane, these comparisons between fictitious superheroes and myself cause me to think of these similarities. Im not exactly sure what im trying to say, i mean i guess if Ironman and all that he stands for and does is built on something as minuscule as a mask, what are the things that i must change and alter to become better and different? Maybes its not my appearance or building a suit of armor, but what are the small things in my life right now that deter me from being and living up to my full potential. What's holding me back and what are the things that i must build upon to approach that next thing that i must do in order to simply become better, an upgrade of Derek as of now.

MAn im so freakn depressed wit school. So tired of all this. How your life and all that your worth is dictated by 2 numbers. EVerything that u try so hard to work toward, your blood and sweat and most painfully, your hope. All that just gets destroyed and leaves you with nothing but disappointment. And man do i wanna move down town. Just so tired of life as it is, i just wanna go somewhere and get away from everything. Hopefully this summer will grant me that oppurtunity to free myself.

I gotta thank my boyz this year. For some reason that although our faith is what brings us together, it seems that it is our anger and dissapointment at UT that somehow strengthens our bonds. I don't know how nor understand why, but when one of us falls it seems that all of us together somehow fall together simultaneously. It's kinda like a really messed up dominoes effect. But either way, when i do fall it doesn't suck that bad when we're all kinda experiencing the same thing. As if we all know how that feels and there's that underlying sense of understanding and support. This brings me to another conclusion, if i were to hang out wit smarter kids, would that also by relation make me smarter as well? hmmm. Regardless, i'm definitely glad to be apart of this messed up brotherhood this year.

So i came across this letter i sent to an old friend a long time ago. Right now our relationship is kinda shaky and when i was reading the one that i sent, what i previously said is exactly the same way that feel right now with that person. I always strive to change, to grow yet why is that im back to where i was a year ago. How is that through everything that we've gone through, that ive gone through, back to where i was. Stagnated. And its not only in relationships that i seem to have problems, but also in school and in life in general. I keep coming across the same kinda problems that im supposed to have moved on from. I mean, if I'm not that man that I was yesterday and that I've learned from my mistakes, why is it that they keep resurfacing? I dont know. I really have thought about this question, and it's really angered me because i feel like i'm still that kid that i was a long time ago. But then i thought. If we are supposed to learn from our mistakes and to grow from them, it's not that we are able to dodge these problems but its possible that we're supposed to learn in dealing with them. Somehow grow stronger with each new day we face, and also become more mature in our relationships, in school and in life. Where although the old keeps running to meet wit the present, we can see each day as a new one and focus on what ahead, while reminded of what we've gone through in past as it we take that to pave our future.

So i think i'm gonna try to write more often now. Lately i've been listenin to this korean rapper/singer, T Tasha. She's aight i gotta admit. Though i can't understand a word that she says, i quite admire the flow of the beat and her voice. There's actually one song in particular that i really kinda like.

So I find myself once again sitting in front of a screen, trying to once again somehow put letters into words, words into sentences, and ultimately sentences into some form of understanding. Something that has become more and more of a challenge to me. However, at the moment I am actually lying back atop of not so sure clean bed sheets in a rundown motel, staring at my watch, as it’s fast approaching 2 in the morning. I find myself here because I am enjoying the last remaining days of my summer. After having spent the entire summer working I now find myself in the middle - somewhere between Chicago and Toronto. Anyways, I’m sitting and it has been a long, long day of continuous sitting and I can’t help but think… What am I writing, but more importantly, why am writing? But then again, inspiration comes in the most unsuspecting of places. So this entire day I have spent reflecting on this past year. Kinda weird isn’t it? Having spent more than 8 hours in the car today looking out the window for something that will distract me and relieve me from my parents’ constant murmuring and mumbling to each other, and the never ending harsh criticism of my worse than Asian women driving, and in the middle of all of this I am actually able to think of something meaningful.

So let me begin, this past year eh? Well it most definitely has been one that won’t be forgotten, although I wouldn’t say that it was one that is unforgettable as cited and overused by the most clique of movies, however, it was an opportunity to meet a lot of people which I believe will not be forgotten soon. Some were interesting, some were unique in their own right, but most definitely, they were all ok people.

I guess this year began with this past Fall Retreat. Fifty odd strangers camped in only a handful of tents in the middle of someone’s backyard, far out in the middle of nowhere. So let me continue, as I was thrown into this less than accommodating environment, a place ironically besetting my introduction to some very interesting people. Interesting is a word that will probably be used quite often, simply because I cannot find another term so inviting as that to define the people that I will generally be referring to.

I guess what was one the weirdest outcomes of this retreat, was that I was able to reintroduce myself to another friend whom I had barely known first year. Almost a stranger to me first year, I guess our similar pasts and more importantly, our similar vision for our own individual future was what somehow became a link to our friendship.
What probably was most memorable during that weekend though, was when I met this really unusual 2nd year person. Quite awkward and presumed to continually mock me throughout that entire weekend, she was definitely not someone I saw being seen together with me in public. Although her intentions and reason for her constant abuse was not without reason, yet her attitude toward myself was unlike anyone I have ever met before. And although her uniquely harsh and angered aggression toward myself filled with a sense of comedic criticism it was in the end strangely and unusually inviting.
I can remember in first year, I was part of this small group, a meeting of several friends who would meet weekly to just chill and talk about their week. It was quite inviting yet, because of my schedule and also I guess partly due to my inability in relating or sharing I wasn’t really much apart of that group. Similar to me, this other quiet individual whose goal in meeting good friends and finding people that he could share with was again parallel and hindered by our inability to open up. Although we didn’t really chill that first year, through acquaintances this past year we were able to find ourselves having or rather sharing a similar commonality, and that was our mutual disdain toward those self believed to be intellectually superior to us. This mutual understanding and, maybe too harsh to say, but hatred, inevitably became a much valuable key in our friendship.
I guess the most interesting person I met, who somehow through luck, chance or possible blessing, would eventually become one of the closest people that I will ever meet. This quite girl, actually not really so quite now that I come to think of it was introduced to me through our strategic game plan during the groups Mafia game and through our interconnected network of friends. Our relationship did eventually blossom to a connection that I had never once had before. A constant companion to this day, she remains a friend for life through the midst of our rocky and sometimes molu adventures. Our time spent together was one that I will always cherish.
Anyways I guess I can just say that Fall Retreat was the beginning of an awesome year. It happened so randomly, yet it set the trend for this year coming to be.

The Library. What a place. Throughout my ever so riveting 20 years of life experience, I have come across countless environments, hundreds of different settings each unique their own atmosphere and ambience. Ironically I have always found that the library to be a place filled with joy, hope often paralleled with a feeling of confusion and fatigue, yet of course there was also studying. It was as if that silent ambience gave me or filled me with a sense of purpose and encouragement when studying there. I felt like I somehow achieved something through the process of just being there. Therefore in end, I felt kinda proud. However, it would be much later that upon seeing my marks, I realized the true outcome of studying and how all in vain it all was. Yet the former has always somehow gave me a reason to be there.
In first semester I found myself living at the library. The very first time being at Robarts was I guess pretty memorable. I remember studying with just a few people, and even though some of us were strangers to each other, our common goal in not failing somehow stood as a link to each other. A much later realization would be that studying with friends is never a great idea. But that night stands as a benchmark and a reminder that first impressions are often lasting impressions, and most definitely, that night and those people reminded me of how fun it was and will forever remain a lasting fond memory of my youth. Much later we began studying at this other library and I swear, coming inside it felt as if I was entering a party or something. A place that is always filled with students and never having available seats, it was upon entering that place that I never had to worry about getting a seat. There was always someone there who pretty much secured an entire section for us to study.
I know, I sound like an idiot. Library being a club? What kind of garbage is this that’s spewing out of my mouth, and… you’re right it’s actually nothing like that. Haha. But nevertheless it was quite good. So it was good. Even the random pranks that we played on each other’s laptops, by putting inappropriate images on each other’s computers when they would walk away to go to the washroom or to get water, which many can attest to was quite inappropriate was fun. And though it may have been immature and though we often made a huge commotion that hindered even those around us to not study, it was all in the end something that was good. Good.

Second year was in every possible way different from first year. Coming to University I clinged to this vision of meeting as many people as possible, which I believe I successfully accomplished. However, I never truly learned to value my friendships, and realized that such relationships are not only gifts that are given for one another, but they stand as sacrifices offered to each other. In becoming a friend, you not only receive from what others give to you, but you also sacrifice a part of who you are to that other person. And it is this sacrifice that makes your friendship not only so very valuable, but also so fragile at the same time. It was in second year, at the age of 20 that I realized the responsibility and true value that a friendship entails.
This problem of often taking advantage of friends that I was harshly criticized for was brought to my attention by several people and was something that I never thought was possible. It was something that I didn’t think I could be blamed for and after repeated confrontation by several close people I guess I kind of saw it too. It’s a problem in social awareness, or rather social ignorance. In the midst of this phenomenal year, where I met some great people in first semester, in this process I somehow found myself ignoring much valued friends that I had in the past. Worse even, although unintentionally, but nonetheless harmful was my direct disregard for the sacrifice that others had made and given to me and even using that sacrifice and that trust against them. I guess it can be said that I used to see the measure of a man dictated by the quantity of people around him and by how many friends he had. It was as if collecting friends and becoming popular was a title that defined how good of a friend I was. In the end, I lost a lot but through hard work and through a period of enlightenment and solitude that I realized how much I had lost and much even one or two friend meant to me, were apart of me.

I was reading a book lately called Blink, that talked about first impressions and often how accurate that initial conversation is. The weird thing about me though, is that I think I always test out the people I meet for the first time. I always kind of make a not so appropriate comment often break the ice and if it is responded with a kind feedback than I will immediately like that person. If however, it is received with bad and misguided understanding than unfortunate to say, that person will be someone that I feel less close to. And unfortunate to say I do this with a lot of people. I can still remember that one time when me and two friends were walking to this house get together last year and rather than me break the silence with an inappropriate thing to say, the person beside me did and ironically it was also well received by the person to my other side. I was dumbstruck by this, but at that moment in time I knew that these guys beside me, suffice to say we shared something special. And much later on, we continue that conversation in the course of the year and it was as if our bond of friendship was founded upon that initial inappropriate comment. So in the end, I guess first impressions are lasting impressions.

I think I’ll take the time to comment on probably one of the most important if not the most important bonds of friendship that was ever graced upon me. It was a friendship, no I think the word brotherhood is a stronger more accurate title for the relationship that we all shared together. Founded on an understanding and a passion for Christ, us boys and our time spent with each other, it somehow made us all better people. I mean, we may have initially been drawn to each other through our mutual immaturity, but it became and developed into bond of trust, of support and of hope. We gave each other hope to become better than who we were and to strive to it together. I think that one of the hardest things in being a Christian is often our failure to see the physicality in God. We can’t fathom or begin to comprehend God because we cannot see Him and this stands as an obstacle in our faith. And as corny as this sounds, it was through the people that I saw this year, that I was able to see reflections of God. I was able to see parts of God living in these people and it was something that I can only assume made me grow tighter with these people.

So anyways second year was pretty aight. And although I’m writing this piece in some desolate random place, by just reminiscing about last year reminds me of the great times I had. Met so many people. Wasted so much valuable studying time. But in the end worth it all. And I guess one of the most important life lessons learned this past year, was friendship.

A friend once told me that the only difference discerning between knowledge and wisdom, is action. Where knowledge merely requires the correct plane of thought, wisdom however, demands for action inspired by knowledge. So often times, we live our lives learning so many things; learning to be stronger, to be smarter, to be more morally conscious, ultimately so that we become better people. However, knowledge is useless if it is not acted upon. In this sense, one may know clearly and distinctly between what is right and what it is wrong, yet wisdom understands that it does not solely demand action from the heart to believe, but action upon the body to move.

I have seen the wrongs of the world and often live as though they are transparent to me, and when asked regarding views of such menace, such immorality I clearly and so profoundly state that such things are wrong, that I am different, and that as a Christian my life is clear of such things. Yet, when asked what it is that makes me as a Christian separate from the evil and wrong, that makes me different and unique, my belief doesn’t do enough justice to proclaim my existence and my devotion. In this sense as a Christian, but more so as a human being visible to such evil in this world, by simply knowing that such things are wrong does nothing for this world and implies for no change.

We cannot correct the wrong by simply knowing, but by acting upon what is right. By simply standing firm to the sways of the world, knowing boldly that such things are wrong, is simply not enough for the world to change. We need to correct those things. We are called not merely to believe, but to act and seek out and correct the wrong.

As I reflect more and more upon my life, I see myself as more of a hypocrite. A man that is strung together with beliefs or rather knowledge of what is right, but lives a life that is void of passion and devotion. So often I see my reflection in the mirror and I am ashamed of the lies and the forgery that has become who I am, and the lack of strength I have to change myself.

So often it is remarked that passion without wisdom is simply ignorance and meaningless, yet wisdom without passion is useless and void of purpose. As a Christian, I know what I firmly believe and that my faith and knowing of what is true is concrete. However, void of passion I am without a will to act and to change, or rather without inspiration to live according to my faith at times.

Simply, I believe that as a human being, not just specifically Christians, but as men and women we are called to act. To live a life that is based according to what we so passionately realize is right and true. To live knowing that with each stride, with each decision we are changing not only the world that we see as corruptible, but ultimately we are changing our views and strengthening our beliefs in ourselves in recognizing what is right. We are able to become better people. Therefore, to simply know is not enough, action is required.

Someone once told me that relationships or friendships, like all things in this world, are best described as a business transaction. What one puts into a relationship is expected in return. Therefore, a relationship can be illustrated as a pure monetary equation, where costs (what we put into a relationship) should equate assets (what we gain in return from the relationship). Though simplistic and possibly barbaric as this definition may be, this was always expected for me, and it always seemed rational, agreeable but mostly it seemed fair. In this sense I always thought that it was always right, because both parties get what they want and more so, they get what they deserve. Another analogy describing relationships can again be suited to an ideal based on the need of supply and demand. What I have, you need, and what you have, I need, and through this relationship, it will allow for both parties to be completed in their personal exchanges.

For a long time, this is what I honestly believed a relationship or a friendship should be like and consequently if the other party was unable to hold up their end of their agreement, then in every sense the relationship was deemed useless and a waste of my time. Kind of cold isn’t it? But I think a lot of people would agree with me on this, because it isn’t necessarily selfish to think this way. Both people strive toward something that is achieved through the completion of each other lives through each others ability and influence. This ideal of you completing me, isn’t selfish at all, it is actually kind of romantic and beautiful. It doesn’t seem wrong, yet it also doesn’t seem perfectly right as well, it seems normal and expected.
However, one must question of how long a relationship can stay if it is purely give and take. I mean, if we were to live our life according this philosophy of a relationship, then how long can it truly last. If this transaction were to take place the initial individual to stop being a helper, to stop having anything more to give would basically end the relationship. Also, if the other person is unable to allow that individual to make him or her happy anymore, then the transaction is incomplete and should end. Furthermore, I believe the more important question is how this ideal of a relationship reflects the nature of who we are. In this light we see ourselves as incomplete, empty in a desperate search, sifting through countless people we meet in the purest intent of having them fill us with their influence, with their presence. Is there more to this? More to us? If there isn’t, than we truly are weak and empty people.

Yet, what if relationships aren’t about accepting each others’ influence? What if instead of desiring to receive, we desire on giving and offering? If we believe that we are in fact filled with greatness and that it is our expectation is to offer what we have, not in the hopes of its return, but purely based on a passion of giving, then what does that mean for us? What does that say about us, and our relationships? Is it even possible to live such a way? To these questions I have no such answer. However, if we offer what we have, even the little that we may posses with no desire for exchange, can we possibly be greater than who we actually are or who we think we are, and maybe could relationships be better and stronger too. A relationship that isn’t based on completing oneself, but is based on pouring out ones self, sacrificing themselves and offering a piece of who we are to others in the hopes of completing their lives, of making them happy. This just seems more meaningful, more honest and pure.

There is more to us than we think, and by offering what we have, by opening ourselves up to others with a passion to share, it allows us to truly grow and understand what life may be or what might be possible… even for us.

It is often believed that one can be defined by the people that they are surrounded by. That as individuals we are merely composed of the influences of others and therefore are expected to conform to those ideals. Yet, this theory or belief is in all regards false, for which I firmly believe that each one of us is an individual that stands independent from others. We stand as unique beings. However, I do believe that it is those that surround us that are able to not define us, but rather build us. For we ourselves lay the groundwork and foundation of our identity, yet it is those that are close and those that we love who build us up from that foundation. Those who challenge us to be stronger, kinder and simply make us better people. Therefore I come to question and value what is friendship, loyalty and trust, for these are the attributes that distinguish a friend and a foe.
I have often stood alone, looking toward what is and what can be. I have questioned my current state and sought out to see what lies ahead. It is in the midst of darkness that I see light. Therefore who I am, or rather who I have become is an image that is dictated by my individual moral structure, yet the challenges and the obstacles, along with the support and encouragement are formed by those around me. For I control myself, yet it is those around me that control the influences around me and thereby form and build apart of who I am.
This past year has been a year that was unexpected. A year that was different and a year that has surpassed all expectations. For those who have graced their presence in my life, I sincerely thank you. Because, you have influenced me to become better, challenged me to grow stronger, and nurtured me to be more faithful, and for this I thank you. To my brothers; B, Kenny, Josh, and Darryl you simply are my brothers. The accountability and the trust, along with our desire to do better has ignited within us a bond that is simply built upon our faith and our belief. Therefore I thank God for bringing us together. For all others who have impacted my life this year, I again sincerely thank you for being apart of who I am. Your words of encouragement and your discipline toward making me simply a better person has been strongly influencial and for this I thank you. In all things, you people have simply done what was needed and have allowed me to grow in such a way that I simply feel more mature, more strong, and more faithful.

For the past several weeks I have pondered and challenged myself to question as to what is the value of one’s true identity. What I mean by this, is whether it is worth the sacrifice of losing one’s own self in order to gain the acceptance and to abide by the social norm of others. That incessant annoyance, or that childish immaturity, are these qualities seen as being negative, as flaws and barriers to conform to the ideals and acceptance of others, is it worth the effort to change oneself merely to be accepted? It is often questioned whether it is worth, “to gain the whole world, but lose one’s soul.” Must we truly sacrifice and lose ourselves to gain new understandings and progression toward society’s “normal” nature, to assume the role that all have placed on us. With each new age, comes with a progression toward maturity, toward what is seen as regular and normal. As we grow, we socialize, and in this we gain insight towards the importance of socialization and acceptance. With each new passing year, we work and strive toward fitting in, to be accepted, to not stand out. Therefore I question the ideals and values that society has forced on us. In a nation such as ours, our proudest essence is the fact that as a country, we are built upon by the bricks of diversity. Therefore if diversity is what we all are proud of, than why is it that a drift away from the normal is seen as being unnatural and unwanted? It is in this state that I realize that we are who we are. Regardless of our nature we stand as unique individuals. I firmly believe that to be an individual separate from those around, it is the qualities of both the weak and strong that define who we are. Both the flaws and the strengths that dictate and express our innate nature that allows us to be ourselves. It is as much the negative aspects and the positive that simply challenge us to be ourselves, fully ourselves. As well is it possible that what others see as negative aspects we can view and appreciate as being strengths ourselves. Therefore I pose the challenge to others, to strive toward being yourselves, whether it be that constant desire to ask questions, or that constant flirtation toward beautiful women, continue to be oneself fully. Because we are who are regardless of who we may be… even if we are still childishly immature as we progress into our 20s.

What is the worth of education these days? I feel the need to question as to whether the knowledge that we gain from textbooks and lectures is the knowledge that thereby deems us worthy and educated. I at times foolishly feel honored that I attend such an esteemed faculty of education, yet at the same time I question whether or not, that qualifies me in any sense of being more educated or smarter than those that do not go to such an institution? The problem that I feel is that for university students these days, our nature is so binding as to which we feel superior simply because we go to university, yet we are consequently so ignorant as to the happenings of our world. We focus on what is relevant in our textbooks and what is on our tests and we completely ignore the problems that exist in areas that are not so far from us. Although this may be the mere constant ramblings of an individual who is still considered a teenager, I simply feel ignorant and even shameful for the lack of knowledge that I know. Culture, art, music and even history regarding my own heritage is completely far fetched from me. I stand as the only individual in my line of generations who has not had to work for their food on a daily bases, who has no worries of where they are living that night, and simply feel comfortable. I am so lucky yet at the same time, again and again I question if whether all this that has been given to me is actually a blessing or merely a hindrance, a handicap. My parents did everything they could so that I would have a life that they may not have had when they were young and for this I thank them, but at the same time they are shielding me from what I ultimately will have to face. Therefore one may question why don’t I merely begin now, why don’t I begin my quest for knowledge and gain experience into the “real world.” And for this, I think I will. It was Anatole France who said that education is, "…being able to differentiate between what you know and what you don't." What I do know is limited and what I don’t is vast. Therefore I believe that I will begin once again to venture into that question of knowing more.

“He who reigns within himself and rules his passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.” – John Milton.

Passion can be seen as a quality of life that hinders an individual’s perception of right and wrong, judgment and ideals. It blinds us from our own intelligence and wisdom, and rather it uses our hearts as a guide to live our life. It is as much a weakness as it is a strength which drives us by the use of our emotions and our desires, rather than our judgment. It can be seen as a link and as a bind towards what we are searching and desiring for. It transforms us in such a way that we are forced without notice to fight for an object of our desire without the lack of knowledge regarding our consequences. Ironically, most people see this passion, this burning desire within them as a strength. The reason for this is the very same reason that many people find passion for weakness. By blocking and by ignoring consequence, and better knowing, we are able to pursue without hindrance. It is often believed that ignorance is bliss, with passion ignorance is merely ignored. I have seen people filled with this passion; a desire for someone they love, a desire for an opportunity, and a passion for their faith. Whatever it be, passion is what allows our hearts to speak and to lead us. It is our strength and it is the very symbol of humanity, to blindly go where no one has gone before.
I firmly believe that to have fought the good fight regardless of victory is far better than to walk wondering what if. Two words in the English dictionary that when put together create one of humanities greatest fears. What if. To be led by passion, means to be led through darkness and through fear, because once through you will not have regret, you may not have joy, but you will have pride and you will have content. Do not let oppurtunities go to waste, because they only come so often.
Therefore, as a result of this I hope that I may be filled with this passion. In whichever regard and object of affection it is, I hope that I will blindly go. That without thinking of consequences, of failure, I will find in myself the passion needed to pursue the impossible, to take that leap of faith and fight for what I love. In doing so I will ignore the consequences, the obstacles and the chance of failure. I will risk everything that I have for what I love, and with every fiber in my body, I will move toward and crawl toward that objective, because it is by hope that leads my spirit and passion that leads my heart and body.

“We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of further inertia and the irksomeness of action.” - Judge Learned Hand

Change is a scary thing. Sometimes we want things to remain the same because we see life as being safe, secure. However, we sometimes look towards change in order for life to evolve into greater things, and in doing so we realize the risks of losing those that are safe to us. The safe things that I am referring to are the objects in our lives that we feel will constantly be there and will forever remain as our rock and our defence. Consequently, it is in the pursuit of greater ambitions where we sometimes need to drop our guard and take the offensive and in doing so we lose that rock and support. Many individuals feel that in the present time of their life, it is perfect, that there is no need to change. The idea of overcoming obstacles and the need to change one’s way of life seems foolish and undesirable. However, we all have this whisper and a certain aspiration in need to evolve that we hear within us. It is a whisper that voices us to have a new start, even if we are satisfied with the way things are currently, it is a voice that leads us toward the next phase of life.

Personally, I feel as if I have forever been caged in this tight knit safe world that has been created for me by those who are important to me, and in doing so I have stayed frozen in time. The worst thing that I have come to realize in life is for a person to become “comfortable.” Comfortable is place where one is lazy and where one is tired and most of all, where one is safe. I have been comfortable for most of my life and I have just come to realize that. Therefore I propose for change. I remember one time when I was walking home with two of my friends last year in the dead of winter, and as we were walking a homeless man approached us asking for change. As I reached into my pockets looking for change, my friend without even thinking hands him a $20 bill. As I saw this I was awestruck, I was completely shocked because I couldn’t believe the hospitality of my friend. As a student I realize that we are not rich, and that $20 is a lot of money, therefore I couldn’t believe what I saw. As I was standing there, my other friend takes off his own gloves and asks him if his hands are cold, at this time the homeless man who was probably as shocked as I was quickly declined the offer and walked away. I mean this was insane, without a doubt in mind my friend offered $20 without even the slightest hint of hesitation. I am not saying that we should all be inclined to go around town offering $20 to homeless people, however, what I am saying is that in that moment of time, I realized who I was and who I could be. I saw the difference and it frightened me. I saw my life as it was presently, the ignorance, the laziness, the foolishness. I saw my priorities and my values as being so childish and so basic. Before we encountered that homeless man, I was satisfied for the most part with who I was, I was comfortable and even proud of myself. Yet, after this occurred I couldn’t believe who I was. It wasn’t so much that I began to hate myself, but rather I saw an image of who I could be. I saw the life of another that seemed so much more than mine. His generosity, his complete way of life seemed so more evolved. I mean I was standing there proud because I was going to give him $2 yet I saw the sacrifice and the values of this individual and I felt ashamed. Therefore I propose for change.

I mean, I’m still not really sure what it takes to change, but I guess I have come to the understanding that in order to grasp new things, we need to let go of some of the old. Therefore I hope that I have enough strength to let go of the things I love in order to attain the things I dream of.

Margaret Weis believed that, “"Hope is the denial of reality." It is the pursuit for something that we believe has value, yet consequently in the end we being faced with reality can never attain that object of pursuit, we fail. Yet, again and again, we live by this senseless drive toward an expectation or a goal that we cannot meet. We are filled with this sense of optimism that leads men and women to dare to dream, a dream that encourages us to constantly attempt and to forge on, regardless of the impossible nature of the task and ignoring the continuous failures of the past. Therefore why do we not simply give up? Is it really worth it, to get our hopes up yet knowing the hurt of crashing down on reality? And finally, where does this hope, this dream come from? I believe that the pursuit toward that endless dream is driven by a passion that is innate in us. We are led to hope and to pursue the impossible simply because it is impossible. Therefore we are led to idolize the very things that are forbidden and unattainable from us. We want what we simply cannot have. Yet another factor or term of hope is faith. Faith is a belief in God where the things that we need and the things that God believes is right for our life will be provided. Where as Christians we all follow a path, a way of life that is paved by God and he himself sees the things we need and those we do not. I have met incredible people filled with faith and passion in believing that God will heal and that God will provide. An old teacher of mine who I recently visited was found sick with Cancer. She is a strong and passionate woman that is filled with an incredible faith in God. She believes that she will endure that God will save her. When I see her current condition, I question how can a woman that faces such harsh realities have faith and hope? To be faced with such overwhelming odds and to feel so much pain yet, still have the sense to believe? Then I realize that in a state of this condition, hope is all we have. That in the midst of failure and in enduring situations we can only be driven to faith, to hope. Therefore I am simply saying that hope is not a weakness, but rather it is a strength. To live by faith is to live knowing that there are better days and that our future regardless of current problems exists with a brighter future lit by a paved path.