wo men renshi yixia, ba?

I desire to talk.

Maybe writing puts words down for many readers to see and maybe it even immortalizes what I say, since maybe someday when I'm much older or dead, but google still maintains this database (which is a whole another discussion, since all this tech talk about google's new direction with their choice in shutting down reader), but what does that matter to me. If people talk about me when I'm dead, oh well, I'm dead. And if they don't, I'm dead anyway.

But talking is a constant that will never change (I hope. It would be a sad day if we become so wired that the next generations do not have a face to face conversation anymore. Even I will admit that, though sometimes I fear these conversations.)

I daresay "good company" is a priceless commodity, more valuable than anything that you can buy. I daresay that a pair of folk walking down a path in old clothes and chit-chatting have more in that moment than a man dressed in an armani suit racing down a highway in an audi r8.

I remember going jetskiing. Jetskiing is an odd leisure activity to go with your friends to do. One wouldn't think of it that way, until you realize that you can't get too close to each other on the water (because dangers with how jetskis operate), and they are really loud, so basically the 1 hour rental of jetskis that we had, we didn't talk to each other. Of course, we communicated through head nods and such, but verbal communication suddenly being shut off was odd. Especially since we all went as good friends.

My point in this post is not only to point to the importance and joy that God has granted us to be in community with each other, but also point to my own weakness. A fear, and I admit, a weakness I have, to sharing my thoughts and a fear that I will sit next to someone silent, with nothing to say.

So I resort to comfortably eating alone. Or solely talking to school friends who, because we are all in the same classes, there is always at least something to talk about, even if it is a computer science topic.

And therefore, not trying at all. So apologies to those I've pushed away. Sincere, deep apologies.

Here's to trying, taking risks, and breaking borders, and seeing shalom occur in md, in hinmen, in aaiv, at northwestern, and on earth. What good is writing and blogging when the conversation never goes further than a reader's eyes?