8/28/2014

Explain your philosophy of life, your personal set of beliefs. This is not easy, but we all have beliefs and yet rarely do we think of them with cool objectivity. Write is as a short essay, a journal entry, or make a list of complete sentences.

My life philosophy is simple. Life is a game of opposing wills. Your ability to execute or impose your own is a summation of how successful you are in life. This has always been something that I have believed in and has been reinforced by my parents my coaches and teammates. Life also about enjoying the different experiences that it has to offer. Observing and participating in a range of different cultural activities. Life is full of experiences that people should not miss out on simply because they feel it is different from what they believe in or because they feel that it is somehow different or strange. You only live for so long you might as well experience it all.      

Write about a difficult time in your life during which your spiritual beliefs sustained you – or didn’t sustain you. Did that experience increase your devotion? Or, if you did not feel sustained, cause you to question your beliefs? Write about the long-term effects of this experience on your spiritual life.

    One of the most world changing experiences of my life was watching my grandfather die. If we’re being honest I never really cared for his company, but my mother loved him. He seemed like the type of person that the priests described as just and fair. In other words he should have lived a long prosperous life. Unfortunately that was not the case. He was forced from his home. He spent his last years living with his daughter, my mother. He had been stricken with cancer and spent the last decade of his life battling cancer and losing. It was honestly the first time I had ever seen a “good person” struggle. I was only child so I was still under the delusion that the universe punished those who were wrong and rewarded those who were just. Its hard having to see that truth dismantled in front of your very eyes through the destruction of someone you mother cared about. Such is life I suppose. Did this experience change my spiritual beliefs in the long term? How do I feel about the notions of fairness, justice and karma these days? I can’t really say that I honestly believe in karma or justice anymore. How can anyone honestly?   

Pennington

I'm sitting in Pennington lounge in one of the comfy chairs adjacent to the windows. The sound of blenders and the busy chatter of baristas and patrons alike fill my ears. The smell of fresh ground coffee, sandwiches, and soup waft through the air .I'm sitting across from my classmates as they diligently type away at the iPads in front of them. The windows flood the room with gorgeous sunlight that dances off the black stone tile floors. As time passes the once chaotic Pennington lounge comes to a halt. The cafe closes down and the population on Pennington thins out. The lounge now stands in juxtaposition with the chaotic construction site to my left. Heaps of ruble are pulled from the earth are and thrust into the air. Large vehicles pound, crush, and pulverize anything in their way. Pavement is laid down order is given to the once chaotic scene. Beauty, form and symmetry are given   The outside world that on lacked those things.