Monday, February 22, 2010

Everything Is Borrowed

I've never had a more poetic way of describing this, than to use the words from a song by The Streets - Everything Is Borrowed.


This is my hour, I’m never going to bed.
The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
I’m not nod, I’m not napper, never rest my head.
Some days I feel I’m getting smaller and smaller,
but some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.
And we keep shrinkin’ and shrinkin’ but this will not finish.
You’re never nothing, if you didn’t disappear.
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they change it.
Just when I’m loving life, it seems to start raining.
I pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and I’m into the stars.
I love the rain on my scars. The sky’s now red, my eyes reflect jets.
Smiling at this blessing, this life is the best.

I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed

I want to notice chances I’ve passed without notice
I want to see details previously veiled.
I want to grab that chance, carry it home
so I can marry and know
That I noticed every chance
that I could have passed without notice
I saw details that to all were veiled.
And I grabbed those chances, carried them home
and then I’ll have had it with roaming

I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed

I want to speak every cliche but tweak if I’ve seen change
in new way it could be said.

If it’s bleak, or if the week’s leaking down the street
or if any days wasted I want to face facts.
My time on this earth is my only penny,
wise is the gent counting every moment spent.
I don’t want to explain things, don’t wanna fill in the gaps,
I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at …

Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.
Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.

I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed

If spit like luck, you can only seem,
to borrow it, you can’t keep it.
When the wind of change whistles into play
will I blink or flinch away?
The wind of change won’t whistle me away
if I spin my tails and sail.
And sail away, let yesterday become today.

I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed

As time will say, nothing but
I told you so

Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.


I hope that the lyric to this song speaks to your life as much as it did to mine. Beautiful, beautiful lyric.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

A Better Place

I think as clinician, therapist, psychologist, and whatever else that you will call the helping profession, we have a tendency to want to better the world or help the people so the world will become a better place. I mean, we work so hard to deal with people's issues, garbage, burden, or whatever word that you use to describe all the stuff that are maladaptive.

But today, I realize something. That is a huge burden if we are trying to make the world a better place to live in. All the external things are not within our control, we can only help influence it to go towards a healthy direction. There is, however, one thing that we can be sure of, and that we can be successful in doing. Rather than trying to make the world a better place, what about making ourselves become better people to live with?

This was a thought that sprung up during my chiropractic session today. My non-Christian chiropractor told me that I am too much under stress, and after exchanging thoughts, she jokingly asked, "You want to be Jesus or what?". This struck me. I think so often, we want to be Jesus, not to be LIKE Jesus.

Our cups are different. Jesus took the heaviest cross of all so we can choose to carry our cross.

Just another insight from a normal routine. This one, though, I'm not even sure if it's biblical, but it makes sense to me. I need to learn from Jesus and to become more like Jesus, but not become Jesus. I need to be a Jesus-like Karlin.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

For Every Broken Bowl, There's A New Carafe

I broke my blue bowl, which was one of my favorites actually, because I thought it was the perfect size for a lot of my food and eating habit. To be truthful, I was rather devastated, and I'd rather have some other bowls broken rather than that.

I forgot where I had purchased it, so in a pursuit to find a similar bowl, I went around quite a little bit. I went to Ikea and was unable to find anything like it. Then, I made a stop at Crate & Barrel (God bless them, they have such good stuff). In my search for my bowl, I found a carafe, something I needed but for the longest time, I was unable to find one that suited the functions I had in my head.

I lost a bowl, I found a carafe. (I will still be in search of my bowl, who knows there's more functional one out there.) I'm not as upset, I think, because after all, in life, for every broken bowl, there's a new carafe.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The Rich and The Pretty

Have you ever thought, why do all the rich guys get pretty girls? Rich guys know they can get pretty girls, just like pretty girls know they can get rich guys. It's almost like a trading of characteristics. I see a lot of this happening with people whom I know, or just people around me. Girls fall for rich guys and rich guys fall for pretty girls. What a pair.

There's not a problem if things work out and both can further the Kingdom of God.

The sad thing is, the society encourages that kind of behavior, especially for girls, because after all, wealth is tangible guarantee for your future. So girls sell themselves short, all for wealth's sake. What a pity! What happened to, "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" (Matt 6:26).

Oh, our faithlessness and greed for power. I mourn for those who left their Love and Giver of Life for worldly goods and counterfeit honor.