<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:58:22.024-05:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='liberal'/><category term='earth'/><category term='free'/><category term='mike'/><category term='death'/><category term='hannah cook'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='libertarianism'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='fate'/><category term='perception'/><category term='you'/><category term='truth'/><category term='set'/><category term='angel'/><category term='cherub'/><category term='inhibition'/><category term='society'/><category term='sympathy'/><category term='danielle hines'/><category term='tears'/><category term='thought'/><category term='myself'/><category term='mother'/><category term='contrary'/><category term='broken'/><category term='fates'/><category term='sandra hayden'/><category term='virtue'/><category term='stand'/><category term='regret'/><category term='father'/><category term='creed'/><category term='God'/><category term='accusations'/><category term='cherubim'/><category term='remembered'/><category term='dream'/><category term='fall'/><category term='reason'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='heart'/><category term='brianna davis'/><category term='meno'/><category term='preface'/><category term='people'/><category term='jessieh cunningham'/><category term='fake'/><category term='gates'/><category term='up'/><category term='love'/><category term='conquer'/><category term='sky'/><category term='sword'/><category term='forget'/><category term='mind'/><category term='bolton'/><category term='change'/><category term='fools'/><category term='being'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='nothing'/><category term='angels'/><category term='nemo'/><category term='memories'/><category term='shield'/><category term='acknowledgement'/><category term='soul'/><category term='wunderlich'/><category term='latin'/><category term='justin muller'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='deam'/><category term='empathy'/><category term='cause and effect'/><category term='friends'/><category term='knowing'/><category term='greatness'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='acceptance'/><category term='body'/><category term='marraige'/><category term='life'/><category term='passion'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='weapon'/><category term='nehemiah'/><category term='bio'/><category term='words'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='blame'/><category term='fool'/><category term='revolution'/><category term='fear'/><category term='writing'/><category term='plato'/><category term='human'/><category term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Nemo liber est qui corpri servit; pro se, ego sum salve.</title><subtitle type='html'>"No one who is free who is ruled by his own body; on my own behalf; i am free."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-894349904199566284</id><published>2009-10-07T02:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:23:45.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Vincit Omnia</title><content type='html'>One thing I nor anyone else I think will ever understand is something that we all want; and in more than one way, even need. Though some would question it, it is the single most misunderstood "emotion" in the history of the world itself. Scientists and philosophers alike have tussled with its meaning. If you haven't already guessed at the cause for all of this in depth quarreling, we are referring to a thing called love. Some would claim that love is the simple sum of several chemical reactions in the body, others that it is a heaven-sent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; that us the most divine of emotions. Whether you believe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oxytosin&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;endorphins&lt;/span&gt; or more practical things like patience and kindness, There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;billions&lt;/span&gt; of people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thi&lt;/span&gt;s world who would also have their say. So is love an opinion? Or something as vital as even the air we breathe? Either way, love is something i struggle to come to terms with.&lt;br /&gt;daily.&lt;br /&gt;    Society tries to mold your opinions, right? Do we not see commercials telling us who's in, and what's out? In the same way, do magazines not post several articles an issue, stating which qualities makes a guy a keeper, or which PIECE of the male anatomy is a keeper, for that matter. What type of girl should I as a Sagittarius look for this month? Society tends to mold our views on much more than fashion and politics. The "social norm" of love has churches telling us who to marry, and in some countries they still have arranged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marriages&lt;/span&gt;. Many different sources try to tell us what love is, and how to find it; and in a search for something we need; we listen and we fail. 50% of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marriages&lt;/span&gt; fail, we go to counseling, but its too late to fix it; to replenish that lost flame. Nay, but was the flame ever indeed there? People love each other for 20 years, and then decide to split and claim that a flame was lost, or something like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;irreconcilable&lt;/span&gt; differences. How so? Is love not the pinnacle of human relation? Their are friends in elementary school that i had a platonic love for, and still miss; 15 years later. My father has not been around for 10 or so years, and if he came back, i would forgive and forget, and love. So how can two people claim to have love, the height of human intimacy, grow to hate each other? These are both basic examples, but as you will see later, there is so much more at stake than just the word. How can this happen after 20 years? 10? and God forbid a shorter term. I would say that this love is a facade, and true love was never there. That flame was but lust, the use of your utilities is no longer needed,this was but a higher form of like, or something of the sort. Common sense says that love is not any of these things, yet fools still abound! How so? It is simply because no one truly understands what love is.&lt;br /&gt;    Some would equate love to oxygen; songs and people claim that it is needed to breathe, to remain alive. So is your mate an oxygen tank? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;per say&lt;/span&gt;? They cant be an unlimited supply. So the shelf life of each tank expires, leaving one partner exhausted of everything they have, and the other moving on to a new oxygen tank every 3 or so years. Hardly what I view as a divine gift. Some would equate its warmth to that of a fire. So many things can go wrong here. Overlooking all the bad connotations that can be made about fire, I  took this one from another standpoint. I thought of the mystery of love being like in the beginnings of time when man discovered this great thing; fire. It was used to warm them, to help provide nourishment and clean water, even to ward away foes. Truly a gift from above. But as time passed, and mankind became more advanced, we became inherently more corrupt; using this good thing called fire for its own selfish purposes. Just as man corrupted fire, it corrupted love. Scientists downplay its glory, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Philosophers&lt;/span&gt; doubt its use. But it is still that divine thing that was given to us; and just as man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uncorrupt&lt;/span&gt;, used fire as a necessity, so shall we use love. But how so? For no one even knows what love truly is. For this, I loo to a child, and the love for their mother, their father. So basic, yet in a way it is the only way we can be sure we honestly understand that. You nor i understand the strength of the bond of mother and child, but it is the strongest of bonds, nevertheless. That, or we can look to scripture, and look at what the lord himself says of love. The Bible calls love several things: patient, kind, meek, mild, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cetera&lt;/span&gt;. And even a fool can see that truly love is all of those things, no matter what you believe. But society as said before warps these views, and love is skewed beyond repair. The nature of man, also, plays a role; as carnality plays a large role in the choosing of mates in our world today. Why is that? the things that fade are the most important only because we make them so. Sex with a replaced hip does not speak awesome, and wrinkles come about sooner or later. So why is personality consciously(or subconsciously) last in our pecking order? I have no clue, I myself am still trying to "bag a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;." But in the end, I know, we all know, what love is. It speaks to us from afar, as if from the beyond or the soul itself. This love, true love is none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this, truth.&lt;br /&gt;No better way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, Love is kind. It does not envy, nor does it brag, and is not puffed up. Love does not behave indecently, It does not seek its own interests, and is slow to anger. It does not keep account of injury. It does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in truth. True love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Corinthians 13: 4-8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on to say where there is prophesy, where there are tongues, where there is knowledge, love will wither away. and also that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;l have a bit of each of the latter. No hope right? He says that true love becomes apparent, when it does at least, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;l these things that man has lead us to believe, what our flesh has lead us to think, will be done away with. Like he himself says,&lt;br /&gt;and like I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amor Vincit Omnia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love conquers all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-894349904199566284?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/894349904199566284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=894349904199566284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/894349904199566284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/894349904199566284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor-vincit-omnia.html' title='Amor Vincit Omnia'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-7719527312660279109</id><published>2009-09-01T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:43:24.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bio'/><title type='text'>Ducunt Volentem Fata, Nolentem Trahunt</title><content type='html'>Often times I wonder about things; well all the time. Humans are selfish beings, always trying to improve there situation in whichever way that is available. It is a theory of some that happiness is a goal that is never truly achieved; there is never enough food, never enough money, etc. I guess in the effort to take that to another level, I evaluate the things in my life every so often. So as an experiment, Im going to write 25 truths about me, just like I did a couple years back. I wonder, are my intentions at all different than they were then, or did I change entirely? I couldnt tell you because im biased, but indeed we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even though im not the most religious person, I still see the way that God moves in my life. At times, I see myself fall, and i know that its him telling me what I really need to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love love love bright colored clothing. I think its a more selfish attention grabbing thing. I do like the compliments I recieve when someone makes a comment about how it looks against my dark skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I write for the same purpose as this note i guess. I feel lost at times, and i guess its documentation of how i went crazzzy. i write less b/c im lazy these days, not because of happiness....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Black women IRK me. i think the amt of pigmentation in your skin correlates to your lack of common sense. You be civil, you get attitude. you get buck, you get a lifetime movie written about you. you cant tell black women nothing. A good black woman is so, damn, hard, to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.ignorance is more and more a turnoff for me. I seem to be less prone to grin and bear anything; I often get tired more quickly becuase just as in 4, you cant tell ignorant people anything. So i just dont associate with them at all. I get upset when people who I like get more ignorant as time goes on. Its like what happened? difficult situation indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I dont like the fact that even though I tell people to be straight up with me, they still feel the need to go around and lie. There isnt to much that upsets me these days. I feel like im one hundred all the time....why cant you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love black boy swag, white boy tags.....its how i get down. Its so efficient, and no one can lie, it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My friends are my life. I love being surrounded by people who have a good head on them, and know how to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.There isnt a name for those certain few who I couldnt live without. I do not know what I would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love gets more confusing more and more everyday. There isnt anything im more sure of, yet there is so much I dont understand. Yet, I still want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I never had a desire to travel, until now. I dont think I can choose a place to spend my life without seeing everything out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Music is at times the only thing that keeps me going. You feel alone, but you listen, and you know that someone has experienced this before. Its totally outrageous how vital it is. at times i miss it, and get that fix....its like a drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I regret nothing in life; because of one, I feel that everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am so prideful. the face of it even. its crazy how i cant let go of it sometimes, but it made me who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am A LOT more humble. thats saying something right? tho its only in certain situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I think i think more often than everyone else. A LOT more often. Its wierd b/c its all very freeing, to be inside your own space. thats why i stay so long, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. being honest with someone and them thinking you are a liar is a pain i wouldnt wish on an enemy. when you pour out your heart and get blank stares......eh. not a very good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My heart is so torn apart its like i dont have but pieces to give anymore. its sad, because i dont know if im blind to good things sometimes. because i find something and its lacking, so i look for something thats not lacking it but the next is missing this.....so this and that are right there and i miss out.....the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I like big butts. I cannot lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. i think more and more everyday that im in the wrong place. but im scared. where else am i supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Desperation is a fuel that burns longer than any other specific motivation that you could name. I feel that all or nothing is what keeps me motivated, more than the reward, more than the positives of the struggle. Seeing myself do things that i would normally not do, i guess is a clear example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. people forget, you deny it, but i am black. from my head down to my feet, i am a brother. i may sway a little, the words may not be bonic enough, but believe me, for more reasons than one my friend V, I am a nigga. tried and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. as time goes on i wonder where i would be. lol some say its regret, but i cant regret the things that i could not change, that i had no control over. being so unlucky changed my life considerably. but even though im well now, was it indeed for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I feel as if the world is doomed, because of good intentions. I feel like morality instead of christianity is a reason why i struggle sometimes. good intentions is manmade, and different from person to person. why not believe in some divine standard? its where it all came from anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I still love me a white girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt"&lt;br /&gt;the fates lead the willing, and drag the unwilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i being dragged?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-7719527312660279109?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7719527312660279109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=7719527312660279109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/7719527312660279109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/7719527312660279109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2009/09/often-times-i-wonder-about-things-well.html' title='Ducunt Volentem Fata, Nolentem Trahunt'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-8005337708211197690</id><published>2009-08-10T01:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:22:49.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where my heart is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.singleplaylist&amp;friendid=32951210&amp;plid=398355"&gt;My Playlist Playlist by Nehemiah BoltonÃ¢ÂÂ¢ Learn it. LIVE IT. on MySpace Music - Play Playlist Songs &amp; Download Tracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-8005337708211197690?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8005337708211197690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=8005337708211197690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/8005337708211197690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/8005337708211197690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-my-heart-is.html' title='Where my heart is...'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-7206724987694697275</id><published>2009-04-15T13:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:08:05.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inhibition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Opere Et Viritate</title><content type='html'>One thing I loved about philosophy is contemplating the "concept of being." Not the whole "I think, therefore I am" ordeal, but things like experience; Do we really experience things through sensory and perception, or is it that we actually think we do? Or something along those lines. If that made no sense, which if you read my blog more than periodically, think of it this way. What if our physical bodies are just that; orifices to enable us to manifest a physical presence on this earth? We are bound to things such as gravity, fatigue, and going as far as fear, because we are physically bound to this earth and a fear of losing that tie limits us to things that are free, yet not so far as to free us from this body; and to ponder outside this realm. ???? I know. Think of it like this; A skydiver endulges in the act because of its sense of freedom, unbound to anything, to be able to flip and to frollick in that thing we know as the wild blue yonder. Then again, only to be snapped back into reality, in fear of losing his "life," or his physical being. Think of us as skydivers, all with the will to roam free. But we are tied to our fears, i.e. our parachutes, in order to remain "alive," or physically present in this world. It is human nature to be free, unbound by anything, naive to laws, theories and science, unawares of why this and why that. This goes back to the infamous Garden of Eden. Likewise, it has become that humans, just as they are curious, they are fearful of what dwells beyond such curiousity. HowI yearn to leap from that roof, to take flight; but "knowing" of its dreadful outcome, to fear gravity, to lose that physical tie to this real world. WHY? We all know that 100 times out of 100, If I jump, I will fall. But nevertheless, I still want to. Likewise, how do we know what will happen? No one can see the future, thus no one knows the outcome. And even more so, you would want to jump just as I would. How do I know? because it is our nature. To be free of all inhibitions for just that moment, to do potentially exponential amounts of frontflips and backflips, etc; that is, until we come back to what keeps us from doing so, hitting the ground and "dying." Death? What if it is the becoming of actual life? Freedom from pain, sorrow, and the things we can feel in this physical realm? Noty bound to a body, in which wants to jump, but can't. That, my friend, I guess is what we all ponder. We fear the "end," but alas, is it really so? We do not know, and what we do not know, we as humans fear. and "DEATH," being a loathsome and sick creature, sits atop the fence between this life and the next; He knows of the other side. He beckons some, breathing lies of things better in the beyond. But indeed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are they lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth, shall I jump? Nay, we know what our fates will be, persay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In action, and in truth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is how we all shall fly away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-7206724987694697275?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7206724987694697275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=7206724987694697275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/7206724987694697275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/7206724987694697275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/opere-et-viritate.html' title='Opere Et Viritate'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-8394185141040980645</id><published>2009-04-14T13:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:06:55.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherubim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sword'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weapon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><title type='text'>Tentanda Via</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in awhile, I always tend not to write when I am enjoying life, sad to say. Though life could be better, I am writing today because honestly I miss it, and want this area in my life to be more apparent. My writing to me is so many things; in ways it is me. It is the portal into the desires of my heart, yet the cherubim that gaurds it. It is the shield that wards away the demons, but also the sword that vanquishes my foes. That being said, with writing being so many things to me, my life seems to cycle around because all these things are not apparent. My heart becomes cold and hard because I do not channel my desires, and with a cold heart I beckon demons, both new and old; in which without writing, I would have no shield to ward them off. With my enemies surrounding me, and my weapon not even drawn, it is not a wonder that I am wounded by that which knows my qualms so well. The battle may not be lost, but to fight without my weapon is to fight long and hard; and to develop many scars along the way. Would I have been vigilant, I could have saved face, in a lot of cases.&lt;br /&gt;But should I remain on the offensive? Should I express myself through writing, only to have it viewed as venting and whining by some, thus it not being heard. One of my fears is to speak and not to be heard. To not have a voice, to feel helpless. I am stuck it feels with two options, to do the former, and to develop these scars; or to talk and to talk and to talk, thus be seen as the one who cries wolf. And just as the story goes, I will be unheard when it shall matter the most. The former has been tried, and been found wanting. Thus shall we try the latter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tentanda Via"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way must be tried"&lt;br /&gt;as I know no other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-8394185141040980645?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8394185141040980645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=8394185141040980645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/8394185141040980645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/8394185141040980645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2009/04/tentanda-via.html' title='Tentanda Via'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-44253725112493647</id><published>2008-06-17T20:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:05:49.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wunderlich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause and effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accusations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><title type='text'>Aliquid Stat Pro Aliquo</title><content type='html'>One of my dearest friends once said something that could ultimately make or break your life. "You either stand for something or you fall for nothing." One thing I hate in this world is a fool. Not fool, as merriam webster would define it; but the fools, or foolery to be more exact, that abound in our world today. Who's to blame. Blame society, blame television, blame your parents, take the easy way out and blame dishonorable George W Bush even, just remember as you are howling "heretic" and pointing fingures how foolish you look for not taking responsibility for yourself. You yourself, for being part in such things. Myself included, I am not void of niavity every now and again. There are so many things that can be accomplished by speaking of things in which you have no knowledge about. About people, about society, about democracy, about yourself. All in the order of that which I feel is the most foolish. Take this for example. You have one of your associates and they say something about someone you know along the lines of "Oh, he does (insert behavior A) because his (insert cause 1 for behavior A) and (insert cause 2 for behavior A). It's so sad knowing that he (insert behavior B) because of (insert outlandish cause for behavior B). Absolutely outrageous. How do you know the purpose of something someone says, does, are the causes of their actions if ultimately you are not them? How can you say that you understand why this is happening in the world if you have no idea what goes on inside your own home even? How can you know the solution to someone else's issue when you have millions of issues of your own that you can't solve not one of them? RIDICULOUS. Even if you got this info from the person you are speaking of, I am sure that that person disclosed to you this info because they opened up and trusted you, and you gave up that trust by doing such a thing. Why ruin a bond you have with someone who generally cares for you enough that they would tell you what causes them dismay; and/or why lie and spread rumors about them just to make yourself look better. Like I said, ultimately only that person knows why they are the way they are; and sometimes even you don't know yourself. It is a sad thing to see people who are grown and educated and sophisticated revert back to "those high school days" in which everyone would try to get a head up on anyone else by any means possible. I feel its safe to say that these people revert to these ways for a reason, as I think that these type of people will stay fools for the entirety of their lives. Why fall for the world that is cold and hard and will chew you up and use you until you are spent and helpless and spit you out like used gum? LIVE YOUR LIFE, don't tread and worry about someone else's. Talking about others, wondering if others are talking about you, talking to others asking who is saying what about you when in reality when you leave, it is safe to say that they are. Fall for this system that has done nothing for you or stand for yourself and make yourself be known as a person oh higher integrity and greater character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aliquid stat pro aliquo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"either stand for something"&lt;br /&gt;or fall gracelessly from nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-44253725112493647?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/44253725112493647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=44253725112493647' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/44253725112493647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/44253725112493647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/aliquid-stat-pro-aliquo.html' title='Aliquid Stat Pro Aliquo'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-5940438956456022890</id><published>2008-06-15T17:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:48:23.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sympathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><title type='text'>veritas vos liberabit</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written in a while, it's been a crazy year so far. However, no excuses; let's get down to business.and thanks for the little extra push ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the light of father's day, I came to realize something, nothing extraordinary mind you, but it has always been a hastle in my life. I have always been one to say that you look more like a fool when you claim to know something you have little or no understanding of, moreso than a fool I\d say. Claiming such knowledge that you do not possess is not only a generally ludicrious act, but discredits you as a human being of respect and integrity. What in the name of your higher power (as Oprah would say) does this have to do with father\s day you ask? A lot of things. Lets also say that this is a precursor to the next series of writings to which I am in the process of writting now, generally about the same broad perspective. Now, what I've been poking at comes out into the open. Every father's day, me, always being bored out of my mind on sundays, thinks of calling a few friends and wanting to hang out. It being father's day, they are with their families and generally wanting to know why I am not doing the same. As usual, I tell them that I have never had an actual father figure, he left when I was young. Mind you, I have never ever felt sad about this; he never did anything for us (me and my mom), so i've always been the man. They get into sympathy mode and say something along the lines of "Aw, thats sad. I know how you feel...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't.Not being rude or anything, but you know this has happened to you as well. Myself, in this case, asks this person; how do you know how i feel if your parents are alive and kicking? Not even the half of it. Forget the nights I spent hungry so i could get to school, the days I had to sleep in a hot room b/c the air conditioning is broken, the times I was afraid to go to the hospital because I know we didn't have any insurance nor money to pay for services. Forget that, I am setting up a sob story; but the exact opposite. I am not even complaining, I personally don't care all that much. but think about yourself; and no matter what you do have and are going through, their are people with a lot less going through a lot more. Don't tell that drug addict coming off four years of a cocaine addiction that you know how they feel if you don't even sip wine at the communion at church. Don't tell the person who's lost a parent that you know what they are going through if your mom and dad are in their late 30s and your grandparents do roller derby on the weekends. Quite simply, you don't; you just don't. Offer your care, offer anything but do not say you understand something you are totally oblivious of. You may ask; how are those two things different? Simple; one is fake and a lie, the other is 100% geniune and sincere. People have forgotten the value and how it changes the gravity to a situation when a hug is offered, a shoulder is presented in which to allow leaning. Then again, nothing says I feel for you, I hurt with you than a tear shed with a friend. STOP DOING WHAT SOCIETY HAS TRAINED YOU TO DO. By Doing so, Stop claiming knowledge you do not possess;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"veritas vos liberabit"&lt;br /&gt;and the truth will set you free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-5940438956456022890?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5940438956456022890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=5940438956456022890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/5940438956456022890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/5940438956456022890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/06/veritas-vos-liberabit.html' title='veritas vos liberabit'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-6485271951946024858</id><published>2008-03-13T03:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:40:14.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greatness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembered'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bio'/><title type='text'>Lege et lacrima</title><content type='html'>in a hundred years, who will remember who i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis a shame that no one will.&lt;br /&gt;though i spend a lot of time thinking about it;&lt;br /&gt;what are the real odds that i am remembered?&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't know, but in a strange way it drives me to do great things...in a strange way it shows me how i am destined to be remembered; the fact that i refuse to accept the impossible and take on inevitability as a jest shows that i dare not be trifled with. Some people spend there whole life thinking about doing something great, and often never achieve anything close. But through time and words and faith and hardship and maybe just a little bit of luck, I know i am destined for greatness. this is something i wrote a while back, and i just re-read it, and was like wow; did i really write this? take a look. its how i feel about myself and certain things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah Bolton.&lt;br /&gt;in a world where so many things are warped and the lies and truths are one in the same, who can you believe in? yourself above all, and above all, believe in yourself. so many things i can say about myself even would be but half truths and relative only to what i think and others believe; for you to experience me is but a journey all on its own. just like with anything,the journey is different for everyone. just like school, love, even life; nehemiah bolton is but a plane of existence one must tread on their own. i am all that i say i am, and i am all that you have heard; nay, yet i am so much more. from the words that i speak to the actions i commit, i can change lives, i can change worlds; i can change your world. broadening the aspects of human thought and understanding, i am so much more than a simple sum of adjectives and nouns, much more than an anthology of past experiences or even the consequences of my own decisions. just as you, i am a person; but just as you, or maybe not, i am destined for greatness. as i talk in similes and complex metaphor, i assure you, i talk and i dream of something more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am destined for greatness.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am destined for greatness.&lt;br /&gt;i am great.&lt;br /&gt;i am nehemiah bolton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lege et lacrima"&lt;br /&gt;read it and weep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-6485271951946024858?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6485271951946024858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=6485271951946024858' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/6485271951946024858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/6485271951946024858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/lege-et-lacrima.html' title='Lege et lacrima'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-7968036061441747865</id><published>2008-03-03T03:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:31:55.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><title type='text'>Ab Hinc; Ad Idem</title><content type='html'>Ha ha,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you would swear that i could major in latin.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if you do read you know i haven't written in a while....&lt;br /&gt;its for a reason. i decided that writting everyday isn't what I set out to do; though it is what id like to do, as in write something profound day after day after day; its not going to happen. So I will only be writting you when i have something good to say. something that means something to me; something that i want to write down for myself and never forget. I forgot how much i hated seeing things by people who wrote everyday, but all in all said nothing of worth. So though I may not write everyday, I am always here; always thinking of things. Ocasionally, you will hear about my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i thought about how my life is at a healthy median in which work and play is devied out in a fashion that i am extremely happy with. In my life, I am always content; and 95% of the time i am happy; but this past week it has been to such extremities that i wonder what has changed about my life. Its true, i've been a little slack with my classes, but that will happen every now and then and i will straighten up after break; but despite the upcoming stress and the business of thinking about my plans for next year I am oh so happy with my life and who I am. I wish that every week in my life would be like this. With college, this could be simple; besides exam weeks and finals weeks i can make all of them similar to this. But again, life scares me. what if i dont have those weeks that make me feel this way after I graduate? This week made me feel like everything i was doing was for a reason, multiple things that just proved that i am me and i am here for a reason. what if graduation and graduate life and work and et cetera aren't like that? I hope that everything i do in life makes me happy, no matter whether it be work or anything else. I hope that I have a family that loves me just as i love them, children who aspire to be better than i ever thought of being. i hope that my job is FUN, yes fun, the work being worth it with all the fun i have. I hope that with my job i can support my family, and even though my wife is more than welcome to work, I hope that if she wants to be a stay at home mom my job will support it. I no longer want to be rich. I still do want that dream house, and that turns heads in more ways than one, but i am sure that i can get those things with a five digit salary instead of a six. Continuing, I want to keep the people I have in my life around for as long as I can. I know, bff is overused and played out. but at this time in my life, im not looking for friends, im looking for life companions and future people i can go to if i ever needed anything. acquaintances are cool and all; they add to the bodies at parties and such. but remember that who i am is not about who and how many people are at my parties, its about who is there for me when i struggle, because those people are apart of me. I never forget that time in my life when all i had was myself; my friends were literally non existant, and my family was so distant that all i could rely on was myself. that is why i feel that i deserve better; through hard work and dedication to the philosophy of care for others more than self, I know what i want in life. happiness for myself, and above that; for the people in my life and those i come in contact with daily. to see a smile on someone's face is worth all that "in one ear and out the other" stuff i see in so many people's lives i come in contact with. Sure, everyone wants to be happy in life. but they want it in the wrong ways; usually money or fast cars or fast women(or men, but you get the picture). these things are like drugs, you experience it, you like it, you go without it, you crash, you want more, you develop a tolerance, you want even more.....just like with drugs, eventually its a dead end in all cases (&lt;a href="http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/facilius-per-partes-in-cognitionem.html"&gt;see "facilius per...", JAN2008)&lt;/a&gt; long story short; (for the people who won't click the link) the women(as well as yourself) get slower and uglier with age, the car gets a newer model and had to be tossed away(and eventually you realize your arthritis cant bear speeds over 60mph), and money isn't much good when you are in an assisted living home. In the end, if you pursued those things, what do you have? NOTHING. and i will not have nothing, i will have everything. I will have friends and a wife to sit by and play bingo and listen to vintage colbie caillat and some og rap by ludacris (note this will be like....2068), and kids who will be doctors or models or athletes....or all of the above. Then my investments will all be worth it; my investments of time and care and love rather than other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will I have that? I am afraid. I know how to get it. But will I keep on the path to obtain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from here on, your heart will here my heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"from here on, we are of the same mind...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-7968036061441747865?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7968036061441747865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=7968036061441747865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/7968036061441747865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/7968036061441747865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/ab-hinc-ad-idem.html' title='Ab Hinc; Ad Idem'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-8718494385945381272</id><published>2008-02-07T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:40:36.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contrary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><title type='text'>A Contrario</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite classes last semester was philosophy, not only because it was at 125 everyday, but it is by far the most entertaining and insightful class i have ever taken......so far. anywho, this is something that I wrote about one of my favorite philosophers, Socrates, because it makes a strong claim for this thing called "innate knowledge; a philosophical claim that the mind is not a clean slate like john locke claims, but in actuallity is the continuation of knowledge gained in past lives. Though i do not believe in a past life so to speak, I do believe in the his claim. That being said, Socrates believed that through recollection, we already have all the knowledge we need, and clearly makes a strong claim for it in his conversation with Meno. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In “Meno,” Plato is having a conversation with Meno, a man he meets that is visiting Athens. Meno, knowing of Plato’s wisdom and intellect, asks Plato a few questions on virtue; on whether it is taught or we acquire it in some other fashion. Plato begins by saying that he is completely ignorant of any virtues(71b), and this frustrates Meno even more since his question has yet to be answered. After a rebuttal by Meno who tries to define what virtue is, Socrates then explains that one cannot know the qualities of any one thing without knowing it’s true form(71b). Meno becomes even more frustrated and claims that one cannot find something, I.e. this virtue, if he does not know what he is looking for(80d). Socrates then makes his main philosophical claim of the section, that knowledge is not acquired by us in this life, but is passed down through an immortal soul and that all we have to do as human beings is recollect this knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Socrates believed that the soul is immortal, and that through it’s past lives it has seen anything and everything that is part of this world and the next(81c). Therefore, we never learn anything, we just recollect the knowledge that our soul already posses. This knowledge, this innate knowledge; is where we acquire the knowledge of virtue and good that we seek in the world. Socrates then to fortify his claim, uses one of Meno’s slaves to defend his claim. He calls forth one of Meno’s slaves and gives him a simple geometry problem. Eventually with Socrates encouragement, The boy arrives at the correct answers with little help(85a-d). Slaves then were often uneducated and knew little about the math and the arts, yet Socrates uses a slave boy to prove to Meno that knowledge and wisdom are recalled rather than learned.&lt;br /&gt;Even in our own lives, Socrates shows us that we recollect knowledge more often than we are taught. With children, ethics are often recalled rather than instilled in them at a young age. A child does not learn how to lie, yet knows how to as well as knows it is wrong. The knowledge of good and evil is also demonstrated as innate, with something as simple as being afraid of the dark, a precursor for many things that involve wrongdoing. Certain fears demonstrate innate knowledge, such as a fear of heights or a fear of tight spaces, as they are hazardous and provide potential for injury. Once one arrives at the age that they can think more logically, this idea becomes even more prevalent. When you see something in the world, a certain event, you know it has a cause; though you do not understand why you understand that it does despite having no knowledge of the event. When you think even deeper, wondering about things like “Who am I, where did I come from;” you will also understand that you were created by someone or something in the beginning, though you have virtually no knowledge of any certain omniscient figure.&lt;br /&gt;Through looking at Socrates’ example with the slave boy as well as examining our own lives, we can see clear examples of knowledge being recollected rather than taught. As he describes to Meno the philosophical concept of knowledge recalled rather than learned, you can’t help but to think of all the things in one’s own life that this concept applies: ethics, fear, knowledge of a greater being, et cetera. Meno in the end cannot grasp the fact that we can learn something we have no idea exists, so Socrates makes the claim that is true to all philosophers; “We all will be better men who search for things he does not know, rather than he who doesn’t search for the things he has no hope in finding(86c).” As we are all beings containing this immortal soul, according to Socrates, we are all able to acquire knowledge of anything, as long as we have a soul we are able to recall such knowledge; the concept of an innate knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"from a contrary opinion"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-8718494385945381272?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8718494385945381272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=8718494385945381272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/8718494385945381272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/8718494385945381272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/contrario.html' title='A Contrario'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-4572660963488971734</id><published>2008-02-07T02:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:39:00.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'>A fortiori</title><content type='html'>haha, its only been a week; but i am already bad at this. so i've been really busy, i hope it isn't going to be like this for long, cause i enjoy writing little notes to myself for future reference. anywho, im not going to write you any excuses on why i haven't written in a while. It was David Hume that said "Be a philosopher, yet be still a man;" so i will act accordingly. I haven't forgotten about this, nor will this be the last time that there is a lapse. to live life means to have days full and eventful, and somedays there isn't enough time to write to you. so since it is almost 3 in the morning, i'll leave you with something i decided to write on....(I gave myself a fifteen minute time limit....call it a freewrite with edit.....as long as it fits....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i have to go by these days,&lt;br /&gt;As i sit,&lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen through the pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;For your soft voice,&lt;br /&gt;Hope for your gentle touch;&lt;br /&gt;All i can do is remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days when we were together,&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings i thought were infinite,&lt;br /&gt;Than taken away with such haste.&lt;br /&gt;People ask me do I forget you,&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been away more than a spell now.&lt;br /&gt;Forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even after all these years,&lt;br /&gt;After many day and countless nights,&lt;br /&gt;After the leaves fall,&lt;br /&gt;And the flowers bloom seven times over,&lt;br /&gt;It is still all I think about.&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;Always said you would love me always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;And you did.&lt;br /&gt;But we couldn't always be together.&lt;br /&gt;Cause neither you nor i could last forever.&lt;br /&gt;So I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait.&lt;br /&gt;If my tears were my stairway,&lt;br /&gt;and my memories a lane,&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk through those gates,&lt;br /&gt;To be with the only one I ever loved;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i'll see you again;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;its nothing more.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"with yet stronger reason"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-4572660963488971734?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4572660963488971734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=4572660963488971734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/4572660963488971734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/4572660963488971734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/fortiori.html' title='A fortiori'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-8020855214685652955</id><published>2008-01-31T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:37:42.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conquer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marraige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><title type='text'>Vincit omnia amor</title><content type='html'>To chain this to the former,&lt;br /&gt;I know in all reality that all I want to be is loved in life.&lt;br /&gt;but at times a friend or a parent can't be there for you;&lt;br /&gt;you need a different kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I will never find that special someone, at times it feels like I cant even make something last longer than a month or two. It is not that I do anything wrong, I get the too nice or the not like it used to be excuse a lot. I've had my heart broken so many times that i get extra cautious when thinking about relationships, so cautious that I really dont give a girl a chance because of what happened in the past. I was always the one that said i would wait for that special someone, but having your heart broken changes your views on love and you do things that you look back on and regret; because it wasn't even about the person, it was about the feeling of acceptance. I at times feel like I have ruined love in general for myself with the way I have run my life; and I hope I can find someone that will take me for me and loves me. Where is she? Where is that girl that is my equal in every aspect of my life, in every sense of the word? There is no quick fix to my problems, and in all reality I will always have problems. But when a friend cant be there to let me cry on their shoulder, and my parents wont always be there for me to console with. Who will be there for me forever? Who is this love with whom I shall conquer all things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love conquers all"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-8020855214685652955?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8020855214685652955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=8020855214685652955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/8020855214685652955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/8020855214685652955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/vincit-omnia-amor.html' title='Vincit omnia amor'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-858464465746235512</id><published>2008-01-30T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:31:13.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marraige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Nvnc avt nvnqvam</title><content type='html'>Throughout life, people dream. Some people dream bigger than others, some people are content with just getting by. What about the people with the biggest dreams? Dreaming to do something so profound that it can't even be comprehended until the next life? In spite of all this, it is truly hard to find something one can do that is able to shape history books around himself. So, what is one left to do? Some say that I should just live my life. The problem with that is, that i see my life as it falls into place just as people who understand life do. At times my friends think i am crazy when i bring things like this up. But in all reality, it happens to all of us. What am i speaking of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am speaking about how no matter what i do i dont think ill ever be happy. about how this is it for me. college is indeed my last hurrah, the last of life's uncertainties and all that i have left to be thrown through a loop with. after that i know my future dear. and it scares me that i do. i know that ill go to school, get my bachelors in experimental psych and get a masters in secondary edu, become a teacher that everyone loves and live in an apartment until i can pay off all my loans and my car i plan to congratulate myself with when i do get a job. pay off all of that, start dating seriously, find the women with value that is beautiful and smart and play hard to get even though i am so into her that its unbearable so that i know that she is the one for me. marry her, have two kids hopefully a boy and a girl and if not both three but definately no more than that. buy us a house that fulfills our needs or hopefully build my dream home if i learn how to save money efficiently. lose a really big part of myself when my mom dies and have you and sandra and my wife console me when this happens, its gonna be rough. believe me. watch my kids grow up and retire when i can get enough social security that i can live of the money i saved and give my kids the life i didnt have. and you know what comes after that. i see it. and its boring. this is really it. i wont do great things, i wont become a professional athlete and be on mtv cribs, i wont have my face on every major tabloid in the country. my life will be boring. just a typical life. and i always wanted to be great. i always wanted things i dont need. but why? why cant i be happy with this life, with the friends i have, with the people i love? when will that time come when i feel i dont need these things? or do i need these things to be happy? has my mind played tricks on me long enough that i feel i need them? am i too fucked up to ever get married and be happy? i dont want to be like 55 or so percent of american citizens who get divorced. i want the best. i feen and i know i deserve it. but for some reaason i dont know or the line between settling and the best are blurry, so blurry that i dont know what i really want anymore. i loved high school because i was on top, but i see now that after i left everything went on without me; to me its sort of like a microchasm of my life. college will be the same way, and after i die, ill only be remembered by the people i am survived by, and in a hundred years i wont be in anyones thoughts. i know ill be dead, but it matters to me now. WHY? i wish that i knew what i really wanted. i wish my heart and my soul and my body and my mind werent at war constantly, one wants one thing and the other wants another, so on and so forth....more when i get back. its dinner time. respond first? idk, i feel like that doesnt even come together as one train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this, and i feel i know the answer. I know that i will be happy; when i find this love i shall cherish it until the end of time. I will enjoy my job, entertaining people and helping them learn at the same time? Sounds too good to be true. I will have my kids, and i will not try to live my dream through them, but instead watch as they dream and help them fulfill such dreams. I know who will be there with me when my mother dies, to console me; and it won't be as hard because of them, and the bond between us will grow stronger because of it. I know that despite knowing the majority of the script that life plays out as, I will be happy. I am Nehemiah Bolton; I live to entertain, I live to make people smile, I live to make a difference. I know that by not worrying about such a thing as shortcomings and selfdoubt that i will indeed be great; fate has decided that for me. So I shall live my life, cause its true; you only have one life to live.&lt;br /&gt;In all reality, its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now or Never"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-858464465746235512?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/858464465746235512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=858464465746235512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/858464465746235512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/858464465746235512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/nvnc-avt-nvnqvam.html' title='Nvnc avt nvnqvam'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-689128133009430286</id><published>2008-01-29T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:38:22.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acknowledgement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brianna davis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin muller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danielle hines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jessieh cunningham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandra hayden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><title type='text'>Infinitus est numerus stultorum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Acknowledgement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there are many people in my life who mean a lot to me; a sad soul does not acknowledge those important to him. but few know me for who i really am, few appreciate me for who I really am. Sure two people will love me no matter what(Mother and God), but besides these few individuals, who appreciates this insight that I give? If you have indeed met me in real life, most of you would not expect such an insightful group of sentences from a simpleton such as myself. not so much a simpleton, but someone who is carefree and lives for today. but without further ado, here are the people who do indeed appreciate me; all inspire me, all believe in my potential to do great things. In no particular order...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know two people in my life understood who I really was from the beginning, two people in my life who are still there for a reason. Not just there; At times i don't know what i would do without them. They are introduced because there is no way that i can put one before the other (i know, i said in no particular order...after this it won't matter.) because they mean the same to me. There was a time in which i thought something different, but all in all it has always been like this. My life didn't really start until i realized who i was and what i wanted to be about, and these people have helped me grow from that time period into the person i am today, and will be there to help mold me into the figure i will be tomorrow. They are the wings that enable me to fly, and my shoulders to lean on in the hardest of times. they know that I am more than a big lovable black guy with the greatest personality who is so much fun to be around(didn't get that from them, so don't take my word for it), they know that all in all i am an individual with a beautiful mind and a big heart who wants love more than anything and above all things. they know my faults, my weaknesses, my shortcomings; yet still accept me despite all these things. Hopefully we can be friends till the days of sitting in rocking chairs and talking about life; hopefully you will be there for me until we ultimately part ways forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HJC SLH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I take pride in helping anyone who needs it, but seldom does anyone appreciate it and learn from what i had to say. Even slimmer is the chance that they "pay it forward" and give back what i have given them. It started off like it did with everyone else; but through time it grew into something more. and over an even greater span, i see this person that i admire so much; someone i feel has more potential than even myself. Everyone claims to be wiser than they are, but only fools claim knowledge that they do not possess. Lest I be a fool, I believe that this person be a greater mind than myself. I wish i could spend more time with her, now and when she was always around. Yes, we would have fun and laugh and such, but I would still have someone to talk to when no one else understands the struggles that we each have. Come back to me one day? And always believe in yourself, because for goodness sakes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MDH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purity is seldom kept after the age of say....five. And since i don't associate with five year olds(that would be kind of creepy), i don't know many people who are still even an eighth pure. But someone i know, despite being older than I, I feel keeps the child in her heart above all else; and believes in true love and a perfect world even though the world deems it not. I have been through a lot, and my views are tainted and I can never believe in things I cannot trust or prove. I believe that darkness does indeed reign, and fools create this famine of knowledge that is prevalent throughout society. But she believes in the good in the hearts of all people, that it will prevail above all else in the end. I have a hard&lt;/span&gt; time believing such things, but if anyone can show me the heart and the purity of the child, she is very well capable. It shows me that there is indeed someone out there in the world to fight for.&lt;br /&gt;BLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model woman. A strong woman who knows how to be strong yet understand what it means to hurt and feel pain. My friend who i never gave much credit for because i was always being loud and commandeering to those who gave me attention rather than someone i could truly learn from. I even had a crush on her for a while, she is such a beautiful person. I swear this person inspires me more than any other, yet she doesn't even know it. I don't know if she will ever read this; she probably thinks i am hypocritical for saying one thing and doing another. I truly admire you dear. I constantly stalk you(as creepy as it can't be) loll reading your page and your blog because you always have something extraordinary to say. keep in touch please, as you move on in life. and BTW, i still do.&lt;br /&gt;JC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't look up to too many men; athletes often have different morals than myself, my father isn't around, and can't find a president that i believe wholeheartedly in. And not too many people have been through the same things that I have, yet have a positive outlook on the world. I talk to J cause no one is realer. He is about the same things I am; though I wont admit it but a few more times before it happens, I am looking for a strong black woman to marry and have kids that will be greater than what I am. He is about getting an education and rising above the hood that America has put us in. He is about walking on the haters shoulders, he is real. He understands that it is commonplace in America for black men to fail, and he understands that it is up to black men like us to succeed. Breaking molds, building bridges, creating a new society for our children and so on to have equal opportunity to succeed. J mulla knows that I am real, he knows what I am about; and even though he knows I like to have my fun and love to do my thing(WGS), he knows I stay on the real cause that’s all I know. To someone who knows me for me, and someone I hope to stand beside when we graduate in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Infinite is the number of fools,"&lt;br /&gt;and the number of friends is few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-689128133009430286?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/689128133009430286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=689128133009430286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/689128133009430286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/689128133009430286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/infinitus-est-numerus-stultorum.html' title='Infinitus est numerus stultorum'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166501835167193801.post-7994984736617512289</id><published>2008-01-28T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:11:41.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preface'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weapon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolton'/><title type='text'>Facilius per partes in cognitionem totius adducimur</title><content type='html'>PREFACE&lt;br /&gt;In our world today, senile old men are seldom heard and the words of our adolescence often fall upon deaf ears. If true wisdom is mistaken as senility and the purity of the child is perceived as naive, whose words shall we hear? Will it be the later or the former? Shall we listen to the middle man? Often times when we are in search of the truth, we forget that everyone of us has a voice; everyone young and old has a piece of this puzzle that is the greater good. This higher form of good knows not the corruption nor the infidelity that goes on in today’s world. It is not formed from the lawmakers of today’s government in which we can no longer trust, for it seems everything can be bought in our society; even a man’s morals and values. So whom shall we trust, as a people who excel toward one common goal? Indeed, we can trust the people. We can trust ourselves. As the old are wise with experience and knowledge, and as the young are pure and speak truly from the heart; we may use these as tools of change. But whom shall use these tools? For the neither the old or the young are strong enough to carry such a message. A man who is willing will be the vessels of this gathered knowledge, he who understand both sides of the spectrum; and with the things he has seen and the voices he has heard will be a weapon fashioned be the greatest of smiths. His words cut sharp into the hearts of the people, His weapon so formidable that it may destroy this pseudo-democracy that reigns over our society. What makes his words different than anyone else’s? Because surely, he is just a man. For this is true, I know nothing compared to that of our elders, and my heart is blackened by time that I may not speak as do the hearts of my kindred. But I hear and I see and I understand. I am part of the people, I am a part of the puzzle. I am the people, I am the wielder of a weapon that will stand against injustice so that as a whole, the people will prevail. With it, I will stand against corruption and tear down the walls that capitalism and authoritarianism have created. Bonded by our fathers and our mothers who worked and fought for the rights of the people, this weapon that I wield is unbreakable. As part of it, I am unbreakable. With it, my words shall cut their way into history. With it, I shall bring about change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are easier led part by part to the understanding of a whole"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4166501835167193801-7994984736617512289?l=iliveforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7994984736617512289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4166501835167193801&amp;postID=7994984736617512289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/7994984736617512289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4166501835167193801/posts/default/7994984736617512289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iliveforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/facilius-per-partes-in-cognitionem.html' title='Facilius per partes in cognitionem totius adducimur'/><author><name>No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01370792553638469051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xh3Ce--uD3A/SeTNkQmUrMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IV8LS_GLNKQ/S220/375b1fed60ecb36f97a70d129fd713f8222e42dcba061227385e4a0bda0c23871c1e9a8b124cc18dee7c6cf13de3f0fef9855dfdad2f1f213a26418ad030c62ad589f21694df640da7ef43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
