"The brain decays but muscle memory remains."
Spoken about a patient with dementia while they played the piano. While playing the piece from motor memory, the elderly patient believed she was practicing for an audition with Juilliard.
Although this is a fictional account from one of my favorite television shows, this was the saddest thing I'd heard all week. To think that in life, whether it be real life or imagined, dementia robs countless people of memories.
The very moments that define us as people can disappear into nothingness at the hands of such a heinous condition. It pains me to think that it could happen to anybody near and dear to me, myself included.
If this terrible inevitable should occur to me, I hope that I remember this.
Psalm 73:26.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
life in excess
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18.
Matthew 6:19-20.
Sometime ago, my cousin told me about a house up for auction around the neighborhood she worked in and wanted me to go along with her to take a look.
I'm not in the market for one, but it couldn't hurt to look, right?
Man, was I wrong. As I followed the arrows that pointed me towards this house, each house that we passed on the way to the mystery house seemed bigger and grander than the last. I don't know why, but it pained me to think about how much each of these houses might have cost. After much heartbreak later, the white whale was spotted.
This white house was all kinds of something. Think of every synonym for the word "ridiculous" and use it on this house. From the looks of it, the house had a very 80s-esque feel to it, inside and out.
First things first; Ocean. Front. Property. Moby Dick had white carpet. EVERYWHERE. 4 bedrooms. A land line telephone connection in each of its 6 full bathrooms. 2 laundry rooms. In-home gym. An office space. Two entertainment/game rooms. In-home hot tub. A gazebo/cook out area. AND a pier to a boat house with a BOAT!
Altogether it was 3 floors worth of a labyrinth disguised as a house. After wandering this contraption, 2 thoughts came to mind; This place was too much and what did this guy do for his house to be put up for auction?
By the time that this entry has been posted, the house should have gone to the highest bidder. Whether it was sold/bought or not, even now I still can't get over the excessive nature of the leviathan.
But, why all that house? Yes, I've dreamt of living in a big house myself, but the voice inside my head was screaming: This is TOO MUCH! How many hours and money was spent on this house? How many people were lied to, cheated on, and I daresay robbed to get it? I realize I'm being excessive in writing such hater-like statements BUT, as I continue on my high horse...To put so much time, money, and effort in keeping this house leads me to think about what kind of void was the owner(s) trying to fill?
Given, we all have voids we try to fill. Some folks have more resources in attempts to fill it. Others spend their whole lives finding ways to do it. Countless others have died trying in vain to accomplish it.
After encountering this house, I've begun to question once again what void am I trying to fill? At what costs will I take to do it? Time and time again, I've been told that only He can fill this void. Time and time again, He has done so on my behalf. However, for whatever reason, I still feel a void.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 comes to mind every time I think about this void, and I believe it is these words and this very reason why I'm still seeking something to fill me infinitely. Hopefully and waiting ever so impatiently that when I see my Maker that this void will be no more.
Matthew 6:19-20.
Sometime ago, my cousin told me about a house up for auction around the neighborhood she worked in and wanted me to go along with her to take a look.
I'm not in the market for one, but it couldn't hurt to look, right?
Man, was I wrong. As I followed the arrows that pointed me towards this house, each house that we passed on the way to the mystery house seemed bigger and grander than the last. I don't know why, but it pained me to think about how much each of these houses might have cost. After much heartbreak later, the white whale was spotted.
This white house was all kinds of something. Think of every synonym for the word "ridiculous" and use it on this house. From the looks of it, the house had a very 80s-esque feel to it, inside and out.
First things first; Ocean. Front. Property. Moby Dick had white carpet. EVERYWHERE. 4 bedrooms. A land line telephone connection in each of its 6 full bathrooms. 2 laundry rooms. In-home gym. An office space. Two entertainment/game rooms. In-home hot tub. A gazebo/cook out area. AND a pier to a boat house with a BOAT!
Altogether it was 3 floors worth of a labyrinth disguised as a house. After wandering this contraption, 2 thoughts came to mind; This place was too much and what did this guy do for his house to be put up for auction?
By the time that this entry has been posted, the house should have gone to the highest bidder. Whether it was sold/bought or not, even now I still can't get over the excessive nature of the leviathan.
But, why all that house? Yes, I've dreamt of living in a big house myself, but the voice inside my head was screaming: This is TOO MUCH! How many hours and money was spent on this house? How many people were lied to, cheated on, and I daresay robbed to get it? I realize I'm being excessive in writing such hater-like statements BUT, as I continue on my high horse...To put so much time, money, and effort in keeping this house leads me to think about what kind of void was the owner(s) trying to fill?
Given, we all have voids we try to fill. Some folks have more resources in attempts to fill it. Others spend their whole lives finding ways to do it. Countless others have died trying in vain to accomplish it.
After encountering this house, I've begun to question once again what void am I trying to fill? At what costs will I take to do it? Time and time again, I've been told that only He can fill this void. Time and time again, He has done so on my behalf. However, for whatever reason, I still feel a void.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 comes to mind every time I think about this void, and I believe it is these words and this very reason why I'm still seeking something to fill me infinitely. Hopefully and waiting ever so impatiently that when I see my Maker that this void will be no more.
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