Grata in Aeternum

I don’t really feel like myself. It’s a funny thing to say, really, because I’ve never actually felt like myself. It’s hard to feel like you, when you don’t really know who you are. But lately, I’ve drawn inward quite a bit. I feel reclusive, and tired, and very demoralized. I’ve been sick several timesContinue reading “Grata in Aeternum”

I’ve Watched You Suffer.

What sacrifices have you made in life? “A sacrifice is the act of giving up something of value—such as time, money, or a personal desire—for the sake of a greater good, or to offer it to a higher power” The feeling of performing CPR on a patient is something I’ll never forget. The sweat drenching my skin. MyContinue reading “I’ve Watched You Suffer.”

The One Where I Didn’t Freeze to Death

Have you ever been camping? Well, well, well. Here’s a prompt that leads down a very entertaining rabbit hole. In my very early twenties, I had very little experience doing pretty much anything. And the question of camping brings forth one particular memory, where my lack of experience led to a very cold night onContinue reading “The One Where I Didn’t Freeze to Death”

Subverted Expectations

What are your favorite emojis? In subversion of expectations, I’m actually going to talk about emoji today. Yes, me, the serious, philosophical, pseudo intellectual, is going to discuss emoji. Why? Well, it’s quite simple. I think they’re a symptom. Well, a symptom of what? I hear you say it, and so I will answer. EmojiContinue reading “Subverted Expectations”

Thoughts On: The City of God, by Saint Augustine, Part 8

Hey guys! To all of my frequent readers, welcome back! To those of you who may just be joining me in my read, welcome! I highly recommend hopping over to part 1 and starting at the beginning. This is my personal study of City of God, by Saint Augustine, going point by point through theContinue reading “Thoughts On: The City of God, by Saint Augustine, Part 8”

The Calm of the Storm

As I sit in this storm, I hear the sound of thunder, the patter of rain on the roof and the ground, and smell the smell of rain. I am at ease, after a hard days work. The calm of the storm eases my mind. Though as I write this, I recall the horrors ofContinue reading “The Calm of the Storm”