Tis the Reason

Hello me, it's me again.

I like to talk to myself, then blog the conversation in real time. I find it therapeutic. It really provides insight when you go back and read the conversation you had with yourself. It's basically like walking around a crowded room talking to yourself and everyone is looking at you funny. Fortunately for me, nobody reads my blog, so the room is empty and I don't look like a schizophrenic. 

Speaking of reading thoughts, I've read that schizophrenics can be great writers, because they can intimately relate to the protagonist and antagonist, as well as supporting characters, all simultaneously. Cool, huh? 

One day schizophrenia will be called something else. Something that basically means genius, not crazy. Kinda like what they've done with autism. Everyone always says, "30 years ago nobody had autism." Well, that's because someone with autism in the 20th century was labeled "retarded," not "autistic." (Btw, this isn't making fun of anyone, cause I'm autistic. I'm actually an autistic philanthropist, in case you were wondering.)

Also, speaking of unread writers, think about how many brilliant books have been written that nobody read. Or even just brilliant poems, papers and sentences. Of course you might say, "there's no such thing as original thought, at some point in time, that masterpiece will be re-written by someone else who will take all the fame." Isn't that what Shakespeare did? Idk, I read somewhere that Shakespeare didn't actually write anything good. You know, kinda like the Tesla/Edison thing.

Anyway, I don't even know why I'm talking to myself about this. I don't care if Shakespeare wrote Romeo and Juliet, and I'm not aware of any unread masterpieces. Btw, what makes a masterpiece? Is it how many people consider it a masterpiece? Is it a matter of perception? Because I'll be honest, I can't tell you how many times I heard someone say, "Read this book, it'll change your life. It's a masterpiece!," and I read it, and I'm like, "Hmmm. I guess it was a good book, idk. Maybe I'm just not smart enough to comprehend a masterpiece when I read one." Although The Brothers Karamazov was pretty good. So was the Grapes of Wrath.

What am I even talking about?

I really wanted to get on here and talk about Jesus. The Christ. Our Savior. The resolution of our existential crisis. The truth. The light. The way.

Some genius once said, "Life sucks, then you die." Life can be tough. Life is tough. Even if just for the sole purpose that we are living to die. But The Christ offers eternal life, through salvation. It's the most incredible story ever told. It's the greatest gift ever given. And on this Christmas day, while we eat, drink and be merry, remember the gift that God gave you. Not just life, but salvation. You didn't choose God, God chose you.

And for those non-believers reading this, it's cool that you think everything is just random. If that's what you want to believe, that's fine. But, remember, that requires faith, too. 

I'm a dumb guy. I blog conversations I have with myself, sober. I'm an autistic philanthropist, which is just a nice way of saying I'm weird and poor. But even I'm not dumb enough to believe that everything in the universe works perfectly out of pure luck. No way, Jose!

So, on this Christmas Day, give all glory to God, because without God, you wouldn't be reading this!

Ephesians 2:8-9 For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.

God Bless!