Here is a situation. Pretend you are forced to have one of two types of families. First, your family is always bickering and fighting and you can never find a moment of peace, but you know that you at least have a family. Your second choice is that your family doesn't argue or fight or anything of the sort, but you aren't really a family; you don't fight because there is nothing to fight about you. What's your business stays your business and you might not even know the people in your family.

What would you choose?

Short Story

There once was a short story here, but since nobody reads it and the story has gone onto other things, I don't feel bad taking it off.

color

Update from many years later: I have no idea what color I had in mind, and can't remember, and I would take the poem off except for pure attachment to past.

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Mr. Dye had the idea to represent a color in five lines with out using an object with that color. Do any of you guys know what color this is? Since this is my own perception of that color, it may not make sense to anyone else, or it might represent another color. What do you think?

I harbor hidden thoughts of profound purity,
Veiling them from all lest by
desired insight have come to know me,
and with that hidden delicacy
I bring comfort to that idle day

My Question

Here is My Question:

If someone has had an unpleasant experience with someone or many people, why would they not want the situation to be rectified after they had been hurt? I have a few answers and I want to see what anybody else thinks about it

Bellieving we have a choice

Just today, I found my self in a discussion with Christian about the ability of choosing. You see, among some it is debated that humans don't really have a choice, and that they simply act according to the factors they are presented with, and that they could act in no other way. I see where the argument comes from, nonetheless, I do not believe in it. I believe that the ability to choose is very real and is what brings meaning to our beliefs and what we love. I was talking to one of the Socratic Seminar teachers about "The Little Prince" and she was telling me that her favorite part was when the prince was saying what had caused him to build such a love for his rose; sheltering her from the cold, tending to her needs, protecting her.

The more I thought about this, the more I agree with this, but I also have come to the conclusion that we need to believe we have a choice. Perhaps we all are just part of some program that tells us all what to do-- so what! We enjoy choosing, life means so much more when you know that you can choose, that you are part of a cause and affect. Life loses its intricate beauty and meaning if we lose that part of us, if we allow ourselves to submit to life as it would take us without intended interaction. In fact, our interaction could be to let ourselves "go with the flow", but that is a choice we have conscientiously made.

You are at complete liberty to disagree with this, however I hope you will consider it.