...There's Hope

So, this is my first blog post, inspired by Maria Knorr. Well done there. Also, thanks to my Dad for inspiring the blog title. I'm no good with these witty little sayings. Way to drop the ball on passing along that gene, Dad.

I have no idea what purpose this experiment will serve. Poetic ramblings, cathartic venting, random life updates, pop culture minutiae, whatever. All are possible and likely.

I guess I'd better try to write something worth reading in this post...oh, here's one! I learned a bit about Buddhism the other day in Masterworks of Drama (a fascinating class full of wonderful people whom I love). The concept of desire as the root of all suffering resonated with me. I'm not comfortable with the ascetic (stoic? I'm not a philosophy major for a reason. Well, three reasons.) idea of eliminating all desire from one's life, but I do see the connection between my past disappointments and heartaches and a inordinate desire for things I didn't need. As a result, I hereby vow to consider my desires and whether or not they are justified whenever I am upset by new developments.

I suppose I can now add a dash of Buddhism to my spiritual/philosophical recipe, which is as follows:

4 parts Christianity (generic, Armenianist)

1 part Southern Baptist Christianity

2 Tbsp Aristotelian metaphysics (Golden Mean preferred)

A pinch of agnosticism

Skepticism to taste

Mix ingredients in a large bowl until homogenous. Never allow to set, as later additions are probable.

Listening to: Bruce Springsteen

Reading: The Voyage of St. Brendan