I should have been 5... today.

Basically, society sucks.
Ok. I will tell you why.
‘Cause I’m 19, and people want me to decide what I wanna do for the next 40 years.

Once upon a time... the really ugly duckling.

Once upon a time there was a mother duck and a father duck who had seven baby ducklings. Six of them where regular-looking ducklings. The seventh was a really ugly duckling.
Everyone used to say: "What a nice-looking bunch of ducklings - all expect that one. Boy, he's really ugly."
The really ugly duckling heard these people, but he didn't care. He knew that one day he would probably grow up to be a swan and be bigger and look better than anything in the pond.
Well, as it turned out, he was just a really ugly duckling.
And he grew up to be a really ugly duck.
The end.

The stinky cheese man and other fairly stupid tales, by Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith.

De véritables petits anges...

Tout comme les rois mages, ils sont 3, au milieu d'une foule d'imposteurs. Je vous présente donc les 3 saints de Montréal.
Non, non, ce n'est pas Sainte-Catherine, ou Saint-Matthieu, ou Saint-Marc.
Ce sont... No comment. Appréciez :)





Je sais, on sent le potentiel artistique...

Donald is coming back

There once was a rabbit named Don Rabbit.
Don Rabbit went to Stumptown Coffee every morning.
One morning at Stumptown, Don Rabbit saw Sexy Carrot.
And Don Rabbit decided to chase Sexy Carrot.
But Sexy Carrot was very fast.
And Don Rabbit chased Sexy Carrot all over Oregon.
And all over America, all the way to New York City.
And Don Rabbit chased Sexy Carrot all the way to the Moon.
And Don Rabbit was very, very tired.
But with one last burst of strength, Don Rabbit lunged at Sexy Carrot.
And Don Rabbit caught Sexy Carrot.
And the moral of the story is that if you work hard, stay focused, and never give up, you will have what you want in life.
Unfortunately, shortly after this story was told, Don Rabbit choked on the carrot and died.
So, the second moral of the story is : Sometimes the things we want most in life are the things that will kill us.


And that's tricky thing about life, really, that the things we want most will kill us. Ultimately, we do what we love to do. I like to think that I do things for the right reasons, but I don't, I do things because I do or don't love doing them.
Tony says Jesus gives us the ability to love the things we should love, the things of Heaven. Tony says that when people who follow Jesus love the right things, they help create God's kingdom on earth, ant that is something beautiful.

Blue like jazz

I started wondering whether we could actually change the world. I mean, of course we could – we could change our buying habits, elect socially conscious representatives and that sort of thing, but I honestly don’t believe we will be solving the greater human conflict with our efforts. The problem is not a certain type of legislation or even a certain politician; the problem is the same that it has always been.
I am the problem.
I think every conscious person, every person who is awake to the functioning principles within his reality, has a moment where he stops blaming the problems in the world on group think, on humanity and authority, and starts to face himself. I hate this more than anything. This is the hardest principle within Christian spirituality for me to deal with. The problem is not out there; the problem is the needy beast of a thing that lives in my chest.
The thing I realized on the day we protested was that it did me no good to protest America’s responsibility in global poverty when I wasn’t even giving money to my church, which has a terrific homeless ministry. I started feeling very much like a hypocrite.
More than my questions about the efficacy of social action were my questions about my own motives. Do I want social justice for the oppressed, or do I just want to be known as a socially active person? I spend 95 percent of my time thinking about myself anyway. I don’t have to watch the evening news to see that the World is bad; I only have to look at myself. I am not browbeating myself here; I am only saying that true change, true-living, God-honoring change would have to start with the individual. I was the very problem I had been protesting. I wanted to make a sign that read « I AM THE PROBLEM ».

I talk about love, forgiveness, social justice. I rage against American materialism in the name of altruism, but have I even controlled my own heart? The overwhelming majority of time I spend thinking about myself, pleasing myself, reassuring myself, and when I am done there is nothing to spare for the needy. Six billion people live in this world, and I can only muster thoughts for one. Me.
Nothing is going to change in the world till you and I figure out what is wrong with the person in the mirror.

Blue like jazz, Donald Miller