Tuesday, October 22, 2013

I don't know what to write

Isn't that something.  I have a blog getting close to five thousand posts and over a million and a half readers and I don't know what to write for it.  In the past month and a half I've suddenly wound up with a writing career that until now I could have only dreamed of.  I'm writing more than I ever have before.  I'm finding creativity and drive to write about anything and everything almost.  And I can't write a thing for my own blog.

I went from a nobody who had all that mattered in life, to a somebody in high demand and nothing to show for it.  Now what would the Preacher at Jerusalem have to say about that?

"Meaningless!  Meaningless!"

Yesterday I wrote from the heart and did it for nothing and was the happiest man on the face of the earth. 

Today I write professionally and I give it my heart and make good money, more than I am used to by far, and I'm asking God why He...

"No.  Don't go there Chris.  Don't be angry at Him.  Be frustrated.  You can be frustrated.  You can even have some doubts.  Everyone doubts.  Even Mother Teresa doubted.  But don't be angry at Him.  Job refused to curse God.  Job thanked God and praised Him.  Praise Him for what He has done in the light, remember that during the times in the dark..."

I want to write.  I want to write for me.  I want the Christopher Knight who wrote as deftly and with passion about everything from doggies to dancing to Star Wars to sundry silliness to be here writing and instead tonight at the keyboard, that's not him at all.

The Walking Dead?  Saw the season premiere last week and this week's is still sitting fresh on the DVR.  Don't ask me what I think about Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: I haven't watched it at all, though they're also on the DVR just in case.  Gravity?  I want to see it soon.  Every day I tell myself "I'm going to see Gravity today" and it hasn't happened yet.  Because I've been busy with the full-time career God suddenly and without warning landed in my lap.  In part.  Mostly it's because I have seen success and found it wanting.  Boring.

People chase money, they chase celebrity, they chase after fifteen minutes of the spotlight.  If you want a vision of the modern world, witness Jesus turning down Satan's offer for all the kingdoms of this earth... and then a billion-fold hands rising up with screams of "PICK ME!  PICK ME!"

Tolkien was right: immortality within the circles of the world would be a wretched, damnable thing.  It would be the most damnable thing of all.  Fellow Inkling Lewis put it well: that once man had fallen, death was God's merciful way of allowing for an escape.  Took me a long time to realize that.  I was afraid of death for so long, after losing too many people.  Now I accept it.  Appreciate it.  Have found a serenity in it: that death is not a thing of dread but a gift to embrace in due time.

Why shouldn't I embrace that gift when it comes?  I have fought devils without and demons within.  I have seen things that can not be explained.  I have borne secrets that men have slain for.  I have carried responsibilities that none should have been given.  I have loved and lost and hoped and throughout it all I have given every possible iota of effort toward staying true to whatever it is that God has made me to be.

People think they know what it is that will make them happy.  They think it's fame or fortune or money or... something.  The things that more often than not contribute to the modern wretchedness.  And then they become desperate to bargain with God, to deal with Death, for just a few more years or months or even hours of that very wretched nature.

The Preacher was right.  "Meaningless, meaningless..."

I've been writing a poem for some years now.  Its title is "Cursed Recursive".  It is a stream of thoughts from the mind of one with bipolar.  Recursion is a bad thing, we were taught in that C programming class at Elon years ago.  A program can get caught in a recursive loop, if you aren't careful when you're writing it.  And then it just goes on and on and on and on, unable to break.  Unable to break free.  Unable to stop.  Funny.  I barely passed that class, now I understand it better than ever.

People have told me that they missed my writing.  Well, here's some writing.  I don't know what it's about.  Maybe it will make sense later.  Sometimes that happens.  But here it is, for what it's worth.


9 comments:

Anonymous said...

You wrote a lot. You wrote some things that needed said.

Chris, be safe brother. Whatever it is, God has you. You're an anointed writer and I rejoice that it is paying off good for you :)

Anonymous said...

What happened now Chris. Did your girlfriend quit on you? You are a fucking freak loser whining to people who don't care. They're laughing at you. God isn't listening, there is no God. That's why he doesn't answer your praying. If you are dying then die. The world is better without you.

Anonymous said...

To the poster above me, what would possess you to write something of that nature about anyone, much less someone who goes through things that you are fortunate enough to not have to deal with on a daily basis? It's one thing to disagree with someone, it's an entirely different thing to try to kick someone when they are down.

That being said, in the article you are commenting on, I do not see whining. However, I do see someone posting his thoughts and giving a very small glimpse into what is on his mind these days. There is in fact an interesting moment of clarity the writer has stumbled upon and thought worthy of sharing. The different conclusions you and I have come to reading this post are not really what matters, though.

What does matter is that you feel that it is necessary to try to put someone down even further than what they may be going through. This is not meant as an insult to you, but I pity you if that is how you handle situations that people bring to you. I see people every day who are miserable with their lives and feel they have to somehow make others feel the same way. My true hope for you in the future is that you can be better than people who are like that.

Anonymous said...

Chris, feel free to go ahead and delete post #2. It has no edifying purpose whatsoever. If I had the ability, I would delete it for you.

Congrats on having the job you were not expecting land in your lap. Make the best of it! It is a.o.k. if you are writing professionally so much that your blog slacks off. Write for fun only when you have the energy or drive to do so.

Best wishes for your current endeavours.

Anonymous said...

Wow. #2 is a complete douche, and that opinion is in the distinct and tiny minority of the people who frequent your blog.

Glad to have a new post up from you, Chris. I'd be really interested to know what the writing is that you're getting paid to do. But anyway, congrats on being able to do it.

Cheers!

Anonymous said...

You are the finest writer and the best person I have come across on the Internet. I want to meet you someday. Don't listen to the idiot at #2. The world needs more people like you.

Anonymous said...

just write

James S said...

You don't have to write every day. Sometimes absence of a thing says more than the thing itself.

Take your time Chris. Your readers are here, we'll always be here for you.

You're my favorite blogger by the way :)

Anonymous said...

You lost your wife. You lost your mind. You lost jobs. You lost the election. You lost your girlfriend from what I've heard. You lost everything. What did your fighting for what is precious to you get? You're a loser Chris and you always will be.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

I don't know what to write

Isn't that something.  I have a blog getting close to five thousand posts and over a million and a half readers and I don't know what to write for it.  In the past month and a half I've suddenly wound up with a writing career that until now I could have only dreamed of.  I'm writing more than I ever have before.  I'm finding creativity and drive to write about anything and everything almost.  And I can't write a thing for my own blog.

I went from a nobody who had all that mattered in life, to a somebody in high demand and nothing to show for it.  Now what would the Preacher at Jerusalem have to say about that?

"Meaningless!  Meaningless!"

Yesterday I wrote from the heart and did it for nothing and was the happiest man on the face of the earth. 

Today I write professionally and I give it my heart and make good money, more than I am used to by far, and I'm asking God why He...

"No.  Don't go there Chris.  Don't be angry at Him.  Be frustrated.  You can be frustrated.  You can even have some doubts.  Everyone doubts.  Even Mother Teresa doubted.  But don't be angry at Him.  Job refused to curse God.  Job thanked God and praised Him.  Praise Him for what He has done in the light, remember that during the times in the dark..."

I want to write.  I want to write for me.  I want the Christopher Knight who wrote as deftly and with passion about everything from doggies to dancing to Star Wars to sundry silliness to be here writing and instead tonight at the keyboard, that's not him at all.

The Walking Dead?  Saw the season premiere last week and this week's is still sitting fresh on the DVR.  Don't ask me what I think about Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: I haven't watched it at all, though they're also on the DVR just in case.  Gravity?  I want to see it soon.  Every day I tell myself "I'm going to see Gravity today" and it hasn't happened yet.  Because I've been busy with the full-time career God suddenly and without warning landed in my lap.  In part.  Mostly it's because I have seen success and found it wanting.  Boring.

People chase money, they chase celebrity, they chase after fifteen minutes of the spotlight.  If you want a vision of the modern world, witness Jesus turning down Satan's offer for all the kingdoms of this earth... and then a billion-fold hands rising up with screams of "PICK ME!  PICK ME!"

Tolkien was right: immortality within the circles of the world would be a wretched, damnable thing.  It would be the most damnable thing of all.  Fellow Inkling Lewis put it well: that once man had fallen, death was God's merciful way of allowing for an escape.  Took me a long time to realize that.  I was afraid of death for so long, after losing too many people.  Now I accept it.  Appreciate it.  Have found a serenity in it: that death is not a thing of dread but a gift to embrace in due time.

Why shouldn't I embrace that gift when it comes?  I have fought devils without and demons within.  I have seen things that can not be explained.  I have borne secrets that men have slain for.  I have carried responsibilities that none should have been given.  I have loved and lost and hoped and throughout it all I have given every possible iota of effort toward staying true to whatever it is that God has made me to be.

People think they know what it is that will make them happy.  They think it's fame or fortune or money or... something.  The things that more often than not contribute to the modern wretchedness.  And then they become desperate to bargain with God, to deal with Death, for just a few more years or months or even hours of that very wretched nature.

The Preacher was right.  "Meaningless, meaningless..."

I've been writing a poem for some years now.  Its title is "Cursed Recursive".  It is a stream of thoughts from the mind of one with bipolar.  Recursion is a bad thing, we were taught in that C programming class at Elon years ago.  A program can get caught in a recursive loop, if you aren't careful when you're writing it.  And then it just goes on and on and on and on, unable to break.  Unable to break free.  Unable to stop.  Funny.  I barely passed that class, now I understand it better than ever.

People have told me that they missed my writing.  Well, here's some writing.  I don't know what it's about.  Maybe it will make sense later.  Sometimes that happens.  But here it is, for what it's worth.


9 comments:

Anonymous said...

You wrote a lot. You wrote some things that needed said.

Chris, be safe brother. Whatever it is, God has you. You're an anointed writer and I rejoice that it is paying off good for you :)

Anonymous said...

What happened now Chris. Did your girlfriend quit on you? You are a fucking freak loser whining to people who don't care. They're laughing at you. God isn't listening, there is no God. That's why he doesn't answer your praying. If you are dying then die. The world is better without you.

Anonymous said...

To the poster above me, what would possess you to write something of that nature about anyone, much less someone who goes through things that you are fortunate enough to not have to deal with on a daily basis? It's one thing to disagree with someone, it's an entirely different thing to try to kick someone when they are down.

That being said, in the article you are commenting on, I do not see whining. However, I do see someone posting his thoughts and giving a very small glimpse into what is on his mind these days. There is in fact an interesting moment of clarity the writer has stumbled upon and thought worthy of sharing. The different conclusions you and I have come to reading this post are not really what matters, though.

What does matter is that you feel that it is necessary to try to put someone down even further than what they may be going through. This is not meant as an insult to you, but I pity you if that is how you handle situations that people bring to you. I see people every day who are miserable with their lives and feel they have to somehow make others feel the same way. My true hope for you in the future is that you can be better than people who are like that.

Anonymous said...

Chris, feel free to go ahead and delete post #2. It has no edifying purpose whatsoever. If I had the ability, I would delete it for you.

Congrats on having the job you were not expecting land in your lap. Make the best of it! It is a.o.k. if you are writing professionally so much that your blog slacks off. Write for fun only when you have the energy or drive to do so.

Best wishes for your current endeavours.

Anonymous said...

Wow. #2 is a complete douche, and that opinion is in the distinct and tiny minority of the people who frequent your blog.

Glad to have a new post up from you, Chris. I'd be really interested to know what the writing is that you're getting paid to do. But anyway, congrats on being able to do it.

Cheers!

Anonymous said...

You are the finest writer and the best person I have come across on the Internet. I want to meet you someday. Don't listen to the idiot at #2. The world needs more people like you.

Anonymous said...

just write

James S said...

You don't have to write every day. Sometimes absence of a thing says more than the thing itself.

Take your time Chris. Your readers are here, we'll always be here for you.

You're my favorite blogger by the way :)

Anonymous said...

You lost your wife. You lost your mind. You lost jobs. You lost the election. You lost your girlfriend from what I've heard. You lost everything. What did your fighting for what is precious to you get? You're a loser Chris and you always will be.