liberatio [liberation]

Okay.  Welcome back to the blog.  

In case you were wondering, the homework load of an engineer has been having a direct impact on my ability to post mega-frequently here.

But I'm trying to, you know...get my second post up for the year. XP

Anyway, this post is happening, not because I am caught up on my homework, but because it is important.

Happy Birthday, Liberation!

I'm sure we're all aware to some degree of the horrors and treachery that happened during the Holocaust.  But that is not what this day is about.

This is a celebration of liberation.

A reminder that no matter what, suffering will end.  It may be in this life, it may be in the next.  But God will deliver His people, and as we are all his children, we all have better days ahead.

Good triumphs over bad.  The will to survive is stronger than we can imagine.  We are much more resilient than we realize, and those torturous trials that we undergo often lead to valuable experiences that illuminate our lives and the lives of many others. 

One perfect example is Leon Leyson.  I recently read his memoir, The Boy on the Wooden Box, which artfully depicts his experiences as a young Jewish boy who lived through the Holocaust.  I highly recommend it. 

 

One of the greatest victories of Leyson was his ability to heal enough to share his experiences with others, to inspire and lift hundreds of thousands of people in his community.  Although one may never truly recover from such experiences (and he notes several such experiences that haunted him to his death), Leyson is able to overcome it all and build a wonderful, influential life as a teacher, a husband, a father, and a grandfather.  His propensity to make good come despite a terrible past is a great triumph over the evils and faults of the world, and his liberation from the could-be crippling events of his childhood is a stark message of hope arising from the ashes of so many other lives destroyed.

Never lose hope that liberation will come, many times over.

consigno [record]

Well, we're already more than a week into the realm of 2015 and some of us haven't put anything up on the internet aside from facebook posts and general complaints.  Definitely not the enlightening stuff that the internet is such a great forum for.

Maybe we'll just say that I've been busy accomplishing things such as new year's resolutions and doing homework like crazy.  You know, those things that take up your life.

There is always so much to do relative to the time that we have to do it in.

So here's the great paradox that I've been suffering under for the past couple months with regard to writing things down, be it in blog posts, journals, personal letters, or any other method of recording our lives:

It requires time to do those things. A fair amount of it. Especially if you get behind and need to catch up your thoughts and the important things and events that have been molding your existence.

So I often feel this desire to just spend a few days shut in with a pen and many papers and accomplish all the recording of my life and catch up on all the important memories and process all the thoughts. I feel that if I could spend the vast majority of my free time (and even my work time or sleep time) writing, then I wouldn't ever get behind.

The paradox is that I would also not have anything to write about.

For me, writing is a method of thinking.  And thinking is framed by our experiences.  Going out into the world and doing things that take up time you might prefer to use otherwise introduces you to new thoughts and ideas, new people and perspectives, things you didn't know before or had never even imagined. It's a very important part of being alive, I think. And a worthy investment of time.

So yeah, the one thing that prevents me from writing as much as I would like to is also the one thing that I need the most in order to write.

This is why sleep is such a lesser priority. X)