Blogs

I love reading blogs, everytime you read a blog at a minimum you learn something about the person writing. But sometimes I wonder is there really worth in learning small intimate details about people, people whom you may not have spoken with for years, people who you might speak with everyday. I do think life is about people, but I am just not quite sure what that means. Live today in the present, but live the in present within scope of eternity. Eternal purpose, daily purpose, what really is purpose. Living amoung a generation without religion, I get stuck asking that question way to often. I understand the beauty, simplicity and joy to befound in the small things in life. Money doesn't buy happiness, but is religous happiness just a veil for a deeper pain, a deeper struggle, an evolutionary struggle for life.
I appologize to anyone out there reading this, who is thinking I talked to Rob about this 8 years ago and he still hasnt gotten over the Marxist ideal that religion might just be an oppiate, or for those thinking that you have seen the arguements and are still head over heals in faith. Sometimes I think faith is like mariage, and then I utterly hope it is not. The first monthes, years, maybe decades are so simple, everything is new and exciting, but then all of the sudden that spark just is not quite there anymore, all of the sudden you realize, maybe emotion obscured you vission. Maybe this is as good as it gets.
At the young age of 23 I have had the opportunity to experience some of the most marvillous beauties of our world, I have lived a privledged life, never had a serious worry in my life, there have been "trials" but placed within the scope of the hurt I have also seen in the world I have been on a magic carpet ride long before Aladin ever stepped foot on his carpet.
Which brings me back to the question: Is this as good as it gets? And do I care if it gets better, because life is good, I have seen the status quo of my life in comparission with others, and selfishly or confidently or contently or mistakenly I am happy(those deceptive brain chemicals, I never see them coming).
The American ideal of progress which can either be argued was stolen from religion or stolen from Darwin, does not really impress me. For Darwin I am already too old, to be saved by evolution, and for Religion I am already saved. And this is the problem, I am easily satisfied, so the motivation to move past the point of being saved, if one can really ever move past that point, is well weak, and I have already given up on my evolution(if it has taken billion of years to get to me, then I will never witness the next step, the funny futile end of evolutionary thought, the quest to see something new, but the theory itself puts that chance, I think at a much lower level than the chances of their being a Creator). All of which may ultimately seem depressive and sadding, but with this realist perspective, I know I am happier than 85% and probably 98% of Americans, the only part that scares me is I am not sure I am happier that 50% of the people I have met outside of America who do not even start form a religous position of being saved or a belief in evolution(what do they believe in? nothing?).

And so I am stuck with two question: Are they really content, yes they want more, but are they okay with their status quo? and: Does it really matter, if their status quo (which I do think is more guilt free) might make me more sensuously happier, if I am already happy and content with my status quo? Is there anything ultimately more worthwhile than a continous feeling of contentment? If I claim to be content(which one might argue that just the fact I am claiming contentment, means I am not ultimately content) is it possible to be more conent?

Ciao.