The Truth of Self Control

Ever wondered why self control is sometimes made into a big issue? Or why it seems that when people don't have it, it almost always looks like they're having fun? I've wondered about that, a lot, actually. But really, as I've thought about it and as I'm learning about it from personal experience, having self control really is much more fun, because then you get to pick what you want and what you do, and are not controlled by what you want and feel like you're neglecting yourself if you don't follow those urges.

Self control is perhaps one of the most neglected talents among the entire human population. Honestly, think about it. If people learned to control their wants, society would be better. Hate, anger, crime, addictions, unproductivity, teenage pregnancy, so much of this would disappear. A bit of control, and life would be dramatically improved.

"But I'm fine with how things are." Really? So many people claim that, that they're happy with the way things are. And it's true, they may find some happiness, when they're engaged in the activities that give them pleasure. But when they are denied those activities, whatever they may be, so often I see them upset, angry, depress, worried, nervous, etc. Their lives become a complete mess, until they're able to fulfill that desire, that urge.

"It's so hard to have control." It most certainly is. That's why it's called self control, because we're learning to put our wants under our control and direction. It takes a lot of hard work, and a lot of people don't want to put that work in, especially if they don't really understand the reward and benefit of doing so. They see it simply as denying themselves of their pleasure. Really, though, I think pleasure comes from allowing oneself to pick what to want, pick when to engage in activities, and giving oneself the ability to say no to things that just don't seem right or won't lead to lasting happiness.

"Why should I even bother?" I personally sometimes wonder how I can trust people who don't want to control themselves, or even worse, don't understand why they should. Sure, I might get along with them, but how do I know they won't let their desires override their judgement, or lead them to put aside a responsibility for something that needs to be done right away? If they have no control over themselves, how can one expect them to have control over things outside themselves?

There is truth in seeing that those with the most self control are the ones who succeed in life. They learn how to put their natural desires aside and focus on the needs of the moment, like work or school or training, etc. It's something I think that we can all take a lesson from. I won't ever claim to be in great control of myself. It is so much easier to simply let myself follow my natural interests, but I find it so much of the time to be detrimental to my health, or my emotions, or my spiritual life. When I take charge and put myself in control, I am happier, healthier, more focused, more in tune, and able to function and perform better.

Having self control is the secret, I think, to living a truly happy life. Learn to control yourself, and you can learn to control almost anything. It may take a long time, perhaps one's entire life. But so long as we are working towards having self control and keeping it our goal, I think that we can accomplish anything we set out to do, in time.

Physical Energy - or the Lack Thereof

So, I really should be in bed right now, but after realizing how long it's been since I put up a blog post, I figured it was as good a time as any, and I'd probably forget by tomorrow evening. That is, if I have the energy to do it tomorrow anyway.

Isn't it interesting how we can have all the energy in the world to do some activities, but with others we have no energy at all? Or at least, we wish we didn't have any energy? I spent the last three hours of work today imagining calling my service manager and informing him that if I continued working, I would drop over from exhaustion. Or of having a customer finding me passed out on the ground outside their house. Either way, it wound up with me having the next day off to sleep in and blissfully not have to work. Alas, t'was only a daydream.

This isn't the first time I've done hard physical work out in the hot summer heat. Several years ago saw me doing construction in one of the hottest California summers in several decades. Yet this already feels worse. Might have to do with the fact that I wear long sleeve, slack, and goggles all day . . . okay, it certainly does. I'm missing my shorts and t-shirts very much right now.

If there's one consolation I've taken from this, it's that it will get better and easier with time. It did back then, and it will now. I just have to let my body adapt, which is sadly easier said that done. After downing over a gallon of water, I can still say I'm dehydrated. There's just something wrong with that, either way you cut it.

Anyway, yes, this has been a mostly pointless blog post. So far, there isn't to terribly much going on in my life that merits a close inspection or a deep look into life. I'm sure that will change. All in all, this is helping me to again realize why I want to continue with my education - so I'm not having to do this sort of hard physical labor for the insufficient pay that I receive for it.

On a slightly happier note, here is a link to a really awesome video. It's actually all about the music being played (live orchestra!!), and I'm listening to it as I'm writing this blog. You should all check it out and enjoy. :D

http://www.gametrailers.com/video/e3-2011-zelda-skyward/715119

Late At Night

Have you ever wondered what occurs late at night? What do people do? What thoughts emerge? How crazy is the "night life" that everyone talks about?

To be honest, from what I know of the "night life," it's really not all it's cracked up to be. Most of the time, the "night life" leads people to do stupid stuff. That's the honest truth. Who really thinks their clearest at 3am? No one. The human body isn't designed to do that. Now, admittedly, there may be some people really good at it. But it just generally isn't natural. Some people would argue the natural case. What exactly is "natural," then? That's the question that stems from that who argument. What is natural supposed to be? It's when something is in the state it was originally intended to be in. So "natural" is not how something starts out, it's how it's supposed to be, otherwise it is in a state opposed to it's natural being.

Now, people can argue that, and I'm sure they would if they read this, but seeing as my readership is not very high, I doubt many people will read it or argue with it. That's fine. Because this was written during an unnatural state, when I was up at 2 in the morning, very tired. I prove my own point, and prove that circular logic and reasoning are as effective at proving points as using a piece of cloth is as effective at sharpening a knife. Confused yet?

Start of Something New

Well, just a short update this go-round, before I crash out for the night.

You know, it's not often that we get to start something new in our lives. Well, except during our college years. Then it seems to happen all the time, for some of us. New classes, new friends, new roommates, new travel plans, new jobs, new living places (at college AND at home - I sleep in the living room now!), and much more. This year has so far been no exception. After new classes at the beginning of the year, along with a new apartment, new roommates, and new friends, now I am back home sleeping in a new "bedroom," with a new job.

My new job is working for EcoFirst Pest Control here in California. It's an . . . interesting job. Interesting hardly starts to describe it. I've been learning quickly what I'm supposed to do, but there's a lot to learn, and not much time before you get thrown out in the field. And it's a very draining job. It's six days a week, starting at 7:30, after a 45 minute commute. So I'm up at 5 every morning getting ready to roll out, and it leaves me plenty exhausted. I get home usually sometime between 6:30-7:30, and it may end up being later as the summer goes. Bed by 9-10, repeat. Not much of a home life in that time. But, as I kick along, I'm planning to run into some more new stuff - new songs on the piano, new stories to read, and maybe even new stories written. Possibly even a new Jason, so to speak. We'll see what this summer has to bring, it should be full of surprises.

With all this new stuff going on, I think it's important to remember that there are a few things that don't start new. Faith can start new, but Christ is not new. He is old, and what He offers is new, of the best kind - He offers us a brand new start. Today is Easter, which was both and end and a new start for Him, and He in turn now offers that new start to us. What greater gift could any of us hope to receive? It's absolutely incredible. Christ is the reason anything exists, lives, and has hope. I certainly hope that we can all take a little time this year to be mindful of all the new starts we receive, and the opportunity we have for a grand "new start" with our lives every time we think of Christ and His amazing gift. Happy Easter, and a happy new start.

The Futility of Giving Up

Ever had that urge to just give up? Felt like that no matter what you did, you would never be able to succeed? That you were just too weak, the whole world seemed against you, and that even those who stood by you could do nothing? That maybe even that God had abandoned you? Welcome to the club.

I think that everyone has experienced something like this at one point in their life, whether they will admit it or not. And honestly, that's okay. Sometimes it just seems that way. But it doesn't mean it's true. And it definitely doesn't mean it's okay to give up. Giving up is never okay - that's quitting, and the only way to lose at this game called life is to quit. Quitting is never an option.

Why is quitting not an option? Because if you quit, you really don't get a second chance. You get one shot at this life, and after that, it's all done. So the best you can do is keep plodding on. We're not here to be perfect in life. We're here to do our best and learn on the way. What is the point of life if we don't learn? Not much, to be honest. So we learn, we grow, we pick ourselves back up, and we try again.

Because giving up is futile.

Baklava

Growing up, I could always recall my favorite days were when my dad would pull out a box of phillo dough from the fridge, grab a large baking sheet, and start layering out the dough. I knew it would be another day until it was finished, but that was a day the entire family looked forward to - the day the baklava was finished.

Baklava has been something of a tradition at my home for many years. My father has always been the principle maker of it, often sending small boxes of it out to relatives who lived far away. I'll admit to being a little selfish and not wanting him to send so much, but there was always more than enough to go around.

Fresh-made baklava, done right, is without a doubt one of the most amazing treats ever invented. Of course, I may also be partial to it because my dad makes such a great batch of it. I've tried some others that I didn't care for quite as much, but even so, it still stands miles above other desserts. Yes, even above brownies and chocolate chip cookies (gasp! - anyone who knows me knows I LOVE those, so for me to claim this is better is HUGE).

I recently completely what I believe to be my best batch of baklava yet. After burning the syrup for it twice and forgetting to cut it into diamonds until 15 minutes into baking, it turned out remarkably well - amazing, if I dare to say so. Part of me really wonders if it truly is the difference of using pecans instead of walnuts. I know there is a huge flavor difference, but that much? Either way, I think that I've sworn off using walnuts in my baklava forever. Sadly, it will make it an even rarer dessert, but I think I can continue to afford my semester tradition of baklava for some time to come.

I won't claim to be nearly as good as my dad at this - after all, he does have almost 30 years on me for experience. But you know what, I'm hoping that as I keep going, I can someday hopefully match him. I know you never get quite as good as the old man, but it can't hurt to try.

So, to round this out, I want to give a shout out to my dad, an amazing man who has passed on a wonderful tradition, filled not only with yummy sweetness, but with love.

Forgotten

I wish I could show you a picture of my inspiration. An old, tired, used up tube of chapstick, lying on the ground in a crack on the sidewalk. The label faded and worn, scraped and ripped from being kicked around the sidewalk. Something once used and needed by someone, serving a purpose. Now lost, discarded, and forgotten, stepped on and over by strangers passing heedlessly. Alone in a world that no longer needs it.

Far too often we view others as that expired tube of chapstick - worn out, old, and finished. We discard them without a second thought, their usefulness forgotten in a heartbeat as we go to find someone or something new in life, something more exciting. Too often we simply forget those who have helped us along the way, those who were so important to us at one point, now become simply waste.

We too easily forget just how much people mean to us. We cast them away without that second thought, and there may be no one left for them in the world at that point. We use and lose. Can there be a more insensitive thing, to leave someone, forgotten to the world? I don't think there is, but it happens all the time. I've done it myself. I've been forgotten myself. I think at some time or another, we have all been on both sides of this coin. The question is, when do we break the cycle? When do we stop to pick up that chapstick that we discarded, or another discarded? When do we stop to lose those we once held close and dear, no matter how tired or beat or worn? So I take a moment to encourage you to stop, think, look around. Who is in your life who means a lot to you, who has helped you through the hard times? Who maybe did you once know that you no longer talk to, who has fallen by the wayside in your journey of life? Take a moment, reach out, say hello. Remind someone that they're important to you, that they make a difference in your life. Don't let them become that forgotten chapstick. Don't let them be forgotten.