That everything happens for a reason?
The question was posed to me of whether or not everything does happen for a reason and if yes are we ever to know that reason. Furthermore, is there a time limit on how long it should take to figure out that reason?
I guess my favorite thing to do is answer a question with an even more direct question and my response was simply, do you believe in signs?
Tonight, I went out with someone who could be considered a stranger, but what's the definition of a stranger: a person with whom one has had no personal acquaintance.
So I guess in that regard he wasn't a stranger but we'll go with that term for the purpose of this blog.
I was undoubtedly uncomfortable at first and felt myself reminded of a me that existed about a month ago with someone else, the real me. Granted, recently I've been on a path to self revelation, tonight summed it all up. Along with a few precursors from the past few days I've been reminded of my purpose.
The power of words is that from which is derived the recipe of food for thought.
So, back to today.
I saw Hangover which was quite funny, more so than I expected and it's highly recommended as a must see. But, after the original plan was to check out a used book store as that is one of my hobbies (check out robin's book store on Sansom and 13th, street) but instead we walked over to The Rotunda on UPENN's campus next door to the Bridge Movie Theater.
The Rotunda is a theater venue of sorts owned and operated by UPENN. Tonight there happened to be a slam competition going on (sign #1) and at this slam competition, the first person I noticed (after being extremely excited about finding a slam competition!!!!) was the coach of the Philadelphia Slam Team from Brave New Voices! (sign #2). Then, he got up to do his part in round number 2 of the slam and recognized me from when we met briefly as Dowling's Palace "Jus Words" about a year ago and grabbed my arm to say a quick "hello." (sign # 3). Then, after we listened to his piece we headed out and bumped into a friend of his named... "Nina." This is one of the smaller signs but "Nina" is the name that the subject of all my previous posts nicknamed me because I'm such an avid fan of Love Jones the movie and for other reasons that will remain unknown. Strange but this was probably the most surreal night I've had in a very long time. (not to mention the praise I got from a complete stranger, B.D. on facebook making me feel so appreciative I'm so grateful for that, something I needed.)
Anyway... the point is after all this rambling.... everything happens for a reason. After telling someone last night that I don't think I can begin work on something new detailing the adventure I just completed today reminded me that this is the best time to do it. While the feeling is raw and still relative. And with that, after a hot chocolate from Starbucks, a few raindrops, words from Laura Izibor, Janelle Monae and the sounds of one Lee Morgan trumpeter and genius of the jazz genre (one of many) I am sitting down to begin working on the true writings of my soul, my heart exposed in its naked form with the harsh truths, reality and possibilities associated with
~love.
The question was posed to me of whether or not everything does happen for a reason and if yes are we ever to know that reason. Furthermore, is there a time limit on how long it should take to figure out that reason?
I guess my favorite thing to do is answer a question with an even more direct question and my response was simply, do you believe in signs?
Tonight, I went out with someone who could be considered a stranger, but what's the definition of a stranger: a person with whom one has had no personal acquaintance.
So I guess in that regard he wasn't a stranger but we'll go with that term for the purpose of this blog.
I was undoubtedly uncomfortable at first and felt myself reminded of a me that existed about a month ago with someone else, the real me. Granted, recently I've been on a path to self revelation, tonight summed it all up. Along with a few precursors from the past few days I've been reminded of my purpose.
The power of words is that from which is derived the recipe of food for thought.
So, back to today.
I saw Hangover which was quite funny, more so than I expected and it's highly recommended as a must see. But, after the original plan was to check out a used book store as that is one of my hobbies (check out robin's book store on Sansom and 13th, street) but instead we walked over to The Rotunda on UPENN's campus next door to the Bridge Movie Theater.
The Rotunda is a theater venue of sorts owned and operated by UPENN. Tonight there happened to be a slam competition going on (sign #1) and at this slam competition, the first person I noticed (after being extremely excited about finding a slam competition!!!!) was the coach of the Philadelphia Slam Team from Brave New Voices! (sign #2). Then, he got up to do his part in round number 2 of the slam and recognized me from when we met briefly as Dowling's Palace "Jus Words" about a year ago and grabbed my arm to say a quick "hello." (sign # 3). Then, after we listened to his piece we headed out and bumped into a friend of his named... "Nina." This is one of the smaller signs but "Nina" is the name that the subject of all my previous posts nicknamed me because I'm such an avid fan of Love Jones the movie and for other reasons that will remain unknown. Strange but this was probably the most surreal night I've had in a very long time. (not to mention the praise I got from a complete stranger, B.D. on facebook making me feel so appreciative I'm so grateful for that, something I needed.)
Anyway... the point is after all this rambling.... everything happens for a reason. After telling someone last night that I don't think I can begin work on something new detailing the adventure I just completed today reminded me that this is the best time to do it. While the feeling is raw and still relative. And with that, after a hot chocolate from Starbucks, a few raindrops, words from Laura Izibor, Janelle Monae and the sounds of one Lee Morgan trumpeter and genius of the jazz genre (one of many) I am sitting down to begin working on the true writings of my soul, my heart exposed in its naked form with the harsh truths, reality and possibilities associated with
~love.
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