Men’s Hearts Shall Fail Them.

I’ve had a lot of thoughts recently. I’ve had a lot of stories and things to share about. And I may do that soon, if I find the time and I feel like it’s important. But right now, I just want to share this. Because it touched me so deeply, and I know it can do the same for others as well.

Thank goodness for this blessed Gospel. How grateful I am for the knowledge I have.

Men’s Hearts Shall Fail Them.

I’ve Succumbed to the Undead.

I’ve made a terrible mistake. In a moment of weakness and an abnormally strong case of anti-socialitis, I gave in to temptation and clicked the book mark labeled “Netflix.”

I have an uncanny knack for only starting a TV series when I have absolutely zero spare time to watch it, and somehow manage to intake at least a season and sleep hardly at all while doing it. This time is no exception. Finals are next week. NEXT WEEK PEOPLE. And what did I do tonight?

Started the first season of The Walking Dead.

I’ll be honest and admit that I hadn’t even so much as heard of The Walking Dead until this semester, and I surely hadn’t seen any of it. But, like many other popular TV shows/movies/music, etc. when people heard this I was scolded and gasped at! Not that it phased me, but along with those reactions I also had a lot of friends and family gave it high recommendations. It comes up frequently in conversations (came up in one today, in fact), and I guess I just decided to jump on the band wagon. I’m not ashamed. And you know why? BECAUSE IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME.

Well, it actually kind of scared the crap out of me. But I guess it’ll do that when you’re watching it in your bed, by yourself, in the pitch dark, with nobody else in your apartment. I’m just gearing up for freakin’ weird dreams. And bring on The Walking Dead.

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I’ve Succumbed to the Undead.

Nighttime Nostalgia.

Nostalgia seems to be the only word that even comes close to describing the state of being I find myself in some nights. It’s neither bad nor good, and that’s what’s so strange about it. Nostalgia is supposed to mean something along the lines of “pleasant remembrances,” but that’s what’s so intriguing about it; you recall happy or joyful memories or experiences, or look to good things you desire, and in some ways that makes you feel a longing for those things. It’s almost a sense of wistfulness about you because of the truly remarkable things in this life, and the two emotions seem to clash in a way. In my mind, that’s what the word “nostalgia” is describing–that meeting point between two conflicting emotions.

Sometimes it’s more the happy remembrances, and sometimes it’s more the insatiable longings for them, but it’s always a combination.

Nostalgia is beautiful. It’s something I’ve learned to appreciate because it makes me feel very alive, in a sense. The fact that I have the capability to feel such a complex emotion really fascinates me and puts how incredible my human mind is and, as a result, how blessed I am in perspective. Human beings are peculiar creatures, and I’m so glad that I’m one of them.

Nighttime Nostalgia.