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June 13, 2011
June 5, 2011
Who Can We Trust?
-You cannot trust yourself, for your heart, mind, and soul will never agree and you will compromise yourself.
-You cannot trust people because they are self-motivated and have their own desires and motives.
-Atheism, Buddhism, Mormonism, Islam, Hinduism, and Christians all contradict themselves and cannot agree with their own doctrines, so how can we trust them?
-Trust God. He has never been false, never lied to us or tried to trick us. He has never been unclear about who He is or what.
So, when it comes down to it, trust God and your dog. For neither will share your secrets with anyone else. Neither will act outside of their own nature. And neither will ever lie to you.
And, in this world, on this Earth, in this Life, can you really as for any more than that?
-You cannot trust people because they are self-motivated and have their own desires and motives.
-Atheism, Buddhism, Mormonism, Islam, Hinduism, and Christians all contradict themselves and cannot agree with their own doctrines, so how can we trust them?
-Trust God. He has never been false, never lied to us or tried to trick us. He has never been unclear about who He is or what.
So, when it comes down to it, trust God and your dog. For neither will share your secrets with anyone else. Neither will act outside of their own nature. And neither will ever lie to you.
And, in this world, on this Earth, in this Life, can you really as for any more than that?
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." -Oscar Wilde
I found this quote among my collection of quotations from movies and famous people: "Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." -Oscar Wilde
It made me think of a character I played back in Malaysia. In the second half of the year I helped script and plan a play along with a teacher and a few other fellow students. In the quarter after, we held auditions and built sets, and I had the distinct honor and pleasure of directing and acting in out little play.
The plot is unimportant right now, what I want to focus on is the character I played. My character was Jack Griffin, a cold, temperamental, cranky old TV station manager. His voice was harsh, his attitude abrupt and abrasive. He walked with a cane due to old injuries that constantly pained him, and his dark and damaged past weighed heavily on him. Yes, he had a heart, but it was buried under his hurt and pain., His temper would come out in violent flashes that cowed anyone in the room. Even his own son was pushed away, leaving Jack to be alone and even more bitter.
After the play was done with, a few people who knew me commented that the character reminded them of me. Other people who didn't know me so well told me my portrayal was scary and done extremely well.
The thing is, it wasn't an act. All I did was put on a suit, dash some gray in my hair, pick up a cane, and assume a different name. Now given, I am a bit more in touch with my softer side than Jack was, and I have a bit more control of my tongue and am a bit more sensitive to how my words and actions will affect other people. But, if I let myself go, which I do on occasion, thats me.
Another example of which I loosely based my portrayal of Jack on and have compared to myself before, is Dr. Gregory House. Old injuries paining him, abrasive personality, cynical, but with a heart that peeks through every so often.
I think this is why I like to act. I can put more of myself into my characters than I usually can put into myself. Ask me to play myself, and I cant do it. But give me a mask and I will be more myself than I ever could be on my own.
"Life is a stage, how will you play it?" -Josh
It made me think of a character I played back in Malaysia. In the second half of the year I helped script and plan a play along with a teacher and a few other fellow students. In the quarter after, we held auditions and built sets, and I had the distinct honor and pleasure of directing and acting in out little play.
The plot is unimportant right now, what I want to focus on is the character I played. My character was Jack Griffin, a cold, temperamental, cranky old TV station manager. His voice was harsh, his attitude abrupt and abrasive. He walked with a cane due to old injuries that constantly pained him, and his dark and damaged past weighed heavily on him. Yes, he had a heart, but it was buried under his hurt and pain., His temper would come out in violent flashes that cowed anyone in the room. Even his own son was pushed away, leaving Jack to be alone and even more bitter.
After the play was done with, a few people who knew me commented that the character reminded them of me. Other people who didn't know me so well told me my portrayal was scary and done extremely well.
The thing is, it wasn't an act. All I did was put on a suit, dash some gray in my hair, pick up a cane, and assume a different name. Now given, I am a bit more in touch with my softer side than Jack was, and I have a bit more control of my tongue and am a bit more sensitive to how my words and actions will affect other people. But, if I let myself go, which I do on occasion, thats me.
Another example of which I loosely based my portrayal of Jack on and have compared to myself before, is Dr. Gregory House. Old injuries paining him, abrasive personality, cynical, but with a heart that peeks through every so often.
I think this is why I like to act. I can put more of myself into my characters than I usually can put into myself. Ask me to play myself, and I cant do it. But give me a mask and I will be more myself than I ever could be on my own.
"Life is a stage, how will you play it?" -Josh
April 28, 2011
"Tombstone" Thoughts- (4/28/2011)
I was watching “Tombstone”, with Kurt Russell, Val Kilmer and Sam Elliot. Val Kilmer plays the notorious gambling gunslinger Doc Holiday. The character portrayed in the movie, while inaccurate compared to the actual historical character, is a sad and I think moving one.
Doc Holiday is a sick man, he drinks too much, smokes too much, and gambles too much. His appearance is that of Death warmed over, pale with red eyes and a nasty cough that shakes his entire body. It is obvious he lives in pain, not only physical pain, but the pain of his past life. He constantly talks about his hypocrisy and how he will be damned for it.
During the small war that Wyatt Earp (Kurt Russell) wages with the band of outlaws called the “Cowboys”, he gathers a small posse of mountain men and gunslingers. After a particularly high-tense shootout, one of the other posse members asks Holiday why he is there since he has no personal grudge against the Cowboys. Holiday, after a moment’s thought, says “Wyatt is my friend.” The other man says “I have lots of friends”, to which Holiday replies “I don’t.”
I relate to Kilmer’s portrayal of Doc Holiday on a few levels. For those who know me, I also carry around a lot of pain, both physical and emotional. Something constantly hurts, my lungs trouble me at times, so does my side and my head always hurts. I don’t drink (yet), I don’t smoke, and I only gamble with my life; but the similarities are still there. I also have a lot of regrets I carry around with me, and I tend to see myself as something of a gunslinger, a wild-card, and a hypocrite. I also don’t have many friends, and the ones I do have I would walk through Hell and back for simply because they consider me their friend and I don’t have many.
I think the scene that most struck me is the scene where Wyatt comes to see the dying Doc Holiday in the “Glenwood Sanitorium”. Holiday knows he is dying, but he doesn’t want Wyatt there when he dies, he wants his old friend to leave him and let him die. Holiday tells Wyatt “You keep coming back here, I told you not to and I meant it.” Then, when Wyatt attempts to engage Holiday in what appears to be their customary game of cards, Holiday tells Wyatt: “I don’t want to play anymore…” It appears that he is saying he doesn’t want to play cards, but what I think he is really saying is he doesn’t want to live anymore. He tells Wyatt that he is the only human being to ever give him hope. Holiday then goes on to ask Wyatt what he wants out of the rest of his life, and when Wyatt tells him he just wants to “live a normal life”, Holiday tells him: “There is no ‘normal life’, Wyatt, there is just life... Say goodbye to me, go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. Take that beauty and run, don’t look back. Live every second, live right up to the hilt… live, Wyatt, live for me.” Then, maybe what gets me the most, he then says: “Wyatt, if you were ever my friend, if you ever had even the slightest feeling for me, leave now… leave now…”
Wyatt is what is keeping Holiday alive, he is giving the gambler hope and making him hold on. And Holiday does what I would do, what I do whenever I have a problem or am hurting, he pushes the only friend he has away and tells him to leave. He pushes away the only hope he has left in order that he can just die and end his pain.
And so, Wyatt leaves. And Doc Holiday dies in that Sanitorium, alone and friendless. And without the friends I have that continue to try to help me along and look out for me, that is where I will end up. I just wonder if, when the time comes, will I push people away? Will I tell them to leave and let me die alone and friendless? And another thing, if I do, will anyone grant me that request, or will they stay with me until the end? I honestly don’t know which I would prefer, but I do know that the people who are my true friends will stay.
Doc Holiday is a sick man, he drinks too much, smokes too much, and gambles too much. His appearance is that of Death warmed over, pale with red eyes and a nasty cough that shakes his entire body. It is obvious he lives in pain, not only physical pain, but the pain of his past life. He constantly talks about his hypocrisy and how he will be damned for it.
During the small war that Wyatt Earp (Kurt Russell) wages with the band of outlaws called the “Cowboys”, he gathers a small posse of mountain men and gunslingers. After a particularly high-tense shootout, one of the other posse members asks Holiday why he is there since he has no personal grudge against the Cowboys. Holiday, after a moment’s thought, says “Wyatt is my friend.” The other man says “I have lots of friends”, to which Holiday replies “I don’t.”
I relate to Kilmer’s portrayal of Doc Holiday on a few levels. For those who know me, I also carry around a lot of pain, both physical and emotional. Something constantly hurts, my lungs trouble me at times, so does my side and my head always hurts. I don’t drink (yet), I don’t smoke, and I only gamble with my life; but the similarities are still there. I also have a lot of regrets I carry around with me, and I tend to see myself as something of a gunslinger, a wild-card, and a hypocrite. I also don’t have many friends, and the ones I do have I would walk through Hell and back for simply because they consider me their friend and I don’t have many.
I think the scene that most struck me is the scene where Wyatt comes to see the dying Doc Holiday in the “Glenwood Sanitorium”. Holiday knows he is dying, but he doesn’t want Wyatt there when he dies, he wants his old friend to leave him and let him die. Holiday tells Wyatt “You keep coming back here, I told you not to and I meant it.” Then, when Wyatt attempts to engage Holiday in what appears to be their customary game of cards, Holiday tells Wyatt: “I don’t want to play anymore…” It appears that he is saying he doesn’t want to play cards, but what I think he is really saying is he doesn’t want to live anymore. He tells Wyatt that he is the only human being to ever give him hope. Holiday then goes on to ask Wyatt what he wants out of the rest of his life, and when Wyatt tells him he just wants to “live a normal life”, Holiday tells him: “There is no ‘normal life’, Wyatt, there is just life... Say goodbye to me, go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. Take that beauty and run, don’t look back. Live every second, live right up to the hilt… live, Wyatt, live for me.” Then, maybe what gets me the most, he then says: “Wyatt, if you were ever my friend, if you ever had even the slightest feeling for me, leave now… leave now…”
Wyatt is what is keeping Holiday alive, he is giving the gambler hope and making him hold on. And Holiday does what I would do, what I do whenever I have a problem or am hurting, he pushes the only friend he has away and tells him to leave. He pushes away the only hope he has left in order that he can just die and end his pain.
And so, Wyatt leaves. And Doc Holiday dies in that Sanitorium, alone and friendless. And without the friends I have that continue to try to help me along and look out for me, that is where I will end up. I just wonder if, when the time comes, will I push people away? Will I tell them to leave and let me die alone and friendless? And another thing, if I do, will anyone grant me that request, or will they stay with me until the end? I honestly don’t know which I would prefer, but I do know that the people who are my true friends will stay.
December 17, 2010
My Life Purpose- Update 12/17/2010
So... I was talking to Meredith earlier and actually managed to put my little "Life-Journey" into a form that actually made sense. She said it was "interesting" (although not why), and I thought I might post it for someone else to read, maybe be inspired by... i dont know.
Anyways, here it is:
"I am looking for understanding of myself... but I cant rely on only what I see and read in myself, so I try and cross-reference what I see in me with what other people see in me. The reason why I ask for others to analyze me all the time is because people rarely will offer that kind of personal analys freely... or sometimes at all. The one thing I truely fear in this world, and the one thing I cant seem to understand, is Me.Even Math and Science, which are my worst subjects and the bane of my academic life, I can understand... But when it comes to my own heart and mind... there is no textbook, no manual, no one who already understands who can walk me through it... not even an instruction manual on how to understand yourself.And so I ask people to analyze me, I read books and watch movies and TV shows and analyze the elements that stick out to me and touch me personally... I analyze people and help them with their problems in the hops that one of the people I help has the answer to my own heart in their life story.... and thats it... thats why I do what I do, that is what I am always searching for...
Maybe my search will end when I do, who knows... but one way or another, either before or after death, I will understand who I am, why I am, and why I do things and think things like I do."
there is is, folks. Post thoughts as a comment, please.
More to come another day, Josh signing off.
Anyways, here it is:
"I am looking for understanding of myself... but I cant rely on only what I see and read in myself, so I try and cross-reference what I see in me with what other people see in me. The reason why I ask for others to analyze me all the time is because people rarely will offer that kind of personal analys freely... or sometimes at all. The one thing I truely fear in this world, and the one thing I cant seem to understand, is Me.Even Math and Science, which are my worst subjects and the bane of my academic life, I can understand... But when it comes to my own heart and mind... there is no textbook, no manual, no one who already understands who can walk me through it... not even an instruction manual on how to understand yourself.And so I ask people to analyze me, I read books and watch movies and TV shows and analyze the elements that stick out to me and touch me personally... I analyze people and help them with their problems in the hops that one of the people I help has the answer to my own heart in their life story.... and thats it... thats why I do what I do, that is what I am always searching for...
Maybe my search will end when I do, who knows... but one way or another, either before or after death, I will understand who I am, why I am, and why I do things and think things like I do."
there is is, folks. Post thoughts as a comment, please.
More to come another day, Josh signing off.
December 12, 2010
Josh’s Psalm
Josh’s Psalm
2/3/2010
Oh God, save me from myself, help me look within.
Cleanse me of deceit and the vices of fellow men.
Damn this cursed hypocrisy, damn this heart of sin.
Where repentance is shown only when caught, but never again.
Renew my mind and save this wretched Soul, that’s my constant prayer.
For in your arms are rest and peace, of which you freely share.
Peace I desire above all else for this tortured Soul,
And rest is such a luxury I rarely find.
And I may not be as old as other men are, and definitely not as wise,
But I have come away with some knowledge from the world and all its lies.
One thing I have found in this dreary world, this life cannot be saved.
You either die the victor, or you live to become a slave.
For Christ is freedom of mind and Soul, He is the Lord of Hosts.
And you must be first dead to this world, and surrender to the Holy Ghost.
2/3/2010
Oh God, save me from myself, help me look within.
Cleanse me of deceit and the vices of fellow men.
Damn this cursed hypocrisy, damn this heart of sin.
Where repentance is shown only when caught, but never again.
Renew my mind and save this wretched Soul, that’s my constant prayer.
For in your arms are rest and peace, of which you freely share.
Peace I desire above all else for this tortured Soul,
And rest is such a luxury I rarely find.
And I may not be as old as other men are, and definitely not as wise,
But I have come away with some knowledge from the world and all its lies.
One thing I have found in this dreary world, this life cannot be saved.
You either die the victor, or you live to become a slave.
For Christ is freedom of mind and Soul, He is the Lord of Hosts.
And you must be first dead to this world, and surrender to the Holy Ghost.
December 10, 2010
Thoughts.2 (12/10/10)
More thoughts...
I recently read the book "Ender's Game" by Orson Scott Card. It is science-fiction novel about a boy who is sent off to a place called "Battle School" where he is groomed to be the commander of the Earth forces in a first-strike maneuver against a race of insectoid aliens that the humans have been at war with for years.
One of the things that Andrew "Ender" Wiggin, the main character notes, is that while he is an amazing leader and strategic soldier, he is noone's friend. He leads his little "army" when at the School, but even though some of his 'toon leaders where his friends and everything, he is still set apart. He is their commander, their leader, and nothing more.
One of the methods the teachers training Ender use is a process of seperation from the other kids at the school. They alienate him in order to bring him up to be a strong, independant leader. This is the main reason for why when he becomes a commander, he is the leader and nothing else.
This is how I have ended up. I am a protector, an advisor, a guardian. But I am no one's friend. I am an antagonist whose purpose is to strengthen and harden those who need it, and to annoy those who dont. I am not friend material. Once my particular services or skills are no longer needed, I become a burden for whoever I was oringinally helping. I think this is why I always feel so alone. I dont have friends, I have students and trainees and protectees, and I have allies.
But I do not have friends.
I recently read the book "Ender's Game" by Orson Scott Card. It is science-fiction novel about a boy who is sent off to a place called "Battle School" where he is groomed to be the commander of the Earth forces in a first-strike maneuver against a race of insectoid aliens that the humans have been at war with for years.
One of the things that Andrew "Ender" Wiggin, the main character notes, is that while he is an amazing leader and strategic soldier, he is noone's friend. He leads his little "army" when at the School, but even though some of his 'toon leaders where his friends and everything, he is still set apart. He is their commander, their leader, and nothing more.
One of the methods the teachers training Ender use is a process of seperation from the other kids at the school. They alienate him in order to bring him up to be a strong, independant leader. This is the main reason for why when he becomes a commander, he is the leader and nothing else.
This is how I have ended up. I am a protector, an advisor, a guardian. But I am no one's friend. I am an antagonist whose purpose is to strengthen and harden those who need it, and to annoy those who dont. I am not friend material. Once my particular services or skills are no longer needed, I become a burden for whoever I was oringinally helping. I think this is why I always feel so alone. I dont have friends, I have students and trainees and protectees, and I have allies.
But I do not have friends.
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