A few moments ago, my entire self composed of the soul spirit and body eased its way into complete oblivion and as physically I ripped away from the ground and my plane gained altitude I had no remorse over any possible outcome, even one of accidental catastrophe. There exists an element known to mankind and to which he owes all his fears and worries and even greatest feats – The Desire to Live. The desire to live is the psych, it is the seat belt, and perhaps it is the engine all in one. Without this element a man can expect to do anything, be anywhere and seek anything at no cost spiritually emotionally or mentally. Perhaps such a man has reached a threshold also called – The Desire to Die or more genuinely put, to pass away. Now that is a dangerous position. And for the record, my oblivion to the desire to live in no way made in me a desire to pass away. Let that be the last frontier when men seek death (and perhaps not even find it?) No, I simply escaped everything I was.
I haven’t felt emotions for a month already. I’ve seen so many wonders, and miracles and simple feats of God and yet it is as if my soul is sleeping. And then it becomes easy to experience death without actually dieing. A few times in my life I had felt these moments. Helplessness to the point that within the deep convictions of your heart and all the logical calculations of the mind you had come to a conclusion that you will die. And at that moment before you do meet your certain demise you first die within, preparing yourself for it and fighting to eliminate any feelings which would make the progression more difficult. And although you had come to the fact of dieing you never cease to hope. Never does hope leave a man, not even perhaps when he is in front of a firing squad and the general pronounces the countdown, and even when you hear the sound and feel for perhaps the few seconds your punishment even then perhaps you always hope until hope no longer becomes a process of the mind. And when you die without dieing you hollow out yourself, empty out your emotions and thoughts to the point when you become zero, when you become the same as when you were born. And yet I’m still alive, and therefore that hollow had breathed in the wondrous experience of life anew.
Yet moments occur which scar your soul perhaps forever. Moments which take their toll. And you realize that you will have to carry the burden of those scars with you always, since it becomes your responsibility and meaning. The apostles carried their cross and not only perhaps because Jesus became to them their salvation, but because he was their closest friend and a man who instilled the most into their minds and hearts. The disciples had to part away with a teacher of life, and a person who they knew loved them. And it was that burden which they carried that allowed them to change the world.
And there are two things then, that the biggest effect probably that man can know in this world is that someone loves them. It can be perhaps the single most powerful force. Its root can spring from anywhere and its reaches past the grave. When man knows he is loved, he will always know he has a chance to start over, to re-make and to advance through life’s deepest and troubling moments. The second is that the burden of having to part with that which loved you becomes your most cherished memory and if taken correctly your most head-strong motivation to surpass all expectations once planted by that person. And then we learn the oldest natural principle of survival – lest a seed not die it will bring forth no fruit. And it is primarily in the fruit which we edify ourselves and also produce in this world which will reveal to us the most meaning and purpose. Therefore it seems to part with the most beloved is to also gain the most essential – but only if one has a strong and true character, to open their eyes with each day.
And it is exactly here, at these crossroads which I find myself. I had parted with what I called my most closest person. A person who I knew always loved me and even when I knew I was doing wrong that person would over-look my weakness and come to me with open arms. There was no limit to the grace to which I nourished myself at this persons gates. And when it came time to bury that person, I had felt the biggest gap in my soul, for I was burying a part of myself, my most invested and rich part. It was the part to which I owed my successes and triumph’s and it was the part that I achieved my best for, the part which belonged to my grandmother. At that place and time, under the gray clouds which were gathering to shower the living with cold rain I realized that a chapter – a blessed and rich chapter of my life had dwindled away and I was left standing in the mild wind watching as my biggest anchor vanished. The seed was planted. And when I had to retire from the sacred ground and escape into deep reflection I saw that above all she saw in me what I myself did not see. The strength and wisdom to overcome. To simply continue to live as though I am also dead would mean to squander every single moment that person gave me to raise me up. Instead, it comes as a true conviction that it has come time, the proper and true time to rise above and become everything which I had not yet become, and to use that seed to plant another seed for the future.
Life is but a glimmer reflected
A ray of light so brief…
The coming and the going
The journey is not far…
The memories and friendships
The loves and not
We all are but mere strangers to this Earth that know not whence they come
The journey…so brief…
A candle…a sigh…a tear…
Eternity is waiting…
There is one and only Hope…
One day, in God’s eternity, the saved will find a home…
– R.I.P. dear friend…dedicated to Slav Yanyuk
A film created by Armen Vartanyan and Jonathan Joon French in Greenfield, MA for creative and sentimental purposes.
It was the first chapter of what was to be many additions, however, the project came to an abrupt ending with the sole chapter remaining. Without seeing the rest of our vision, this chapter can be rather confusing or engaging – depending on the interpretation.
We would like to promote short film production and would be happy to review your small videos for publication on tgR (The Great Revolutionary).
Everything has an ending and internships end sooner than you think – in Washington D.C. of all places at that. This post will describe what someone should do before departing from their internships and singing the blues.
Greetings friends, hope everyone in the U.S. had a wonderful Thanksgiving. If you’re happening to read this and you live overseas, Thanksgiving is a wonderful holiday, so come to America and see what its all about.
As I ride on the DC Metro or while meeting with other fellow interns, I hear this concern quite often; what do I do at the end my internship? Remember, you’re only in the office for 10-12 weeks and you knew you would not see these people on a daily basis after the internship. Sadly, they are not your permanent co-workers. Some of them you develop a relationship with and became very good friends, others may have just become your acquaintances. No matter how you categorize these individuals, you’re not going to be working with them anytime soon, except if you were one of those lucky interns that they hired (which never seems to be me). During your last few weeks, there are a few things you should do before you depart back to reality.
Make the best of it at the end. Honestly, it can be a bittersweet time. You’re torn between missing the work you do and where you are at, but also excited to move on and work somewhere to make a career out of it. You never thought you would ever intern at your place, but you did. At first, the time does go by slow, but then at the end, time flies by and before you know it, your internship is over. Even if you did not like your internship, keep your head up and stay optimistic as much as possible. Once you’re done with your internship, you can now devote your time finding a job and trying to earn some extra cash on the side at a part time job. I firmly believe individuals getting hired are by knowing someone and being at the right place at the right time and also applying the right time, i.e. one position or place more competitive than the other. Employers used to stress they are looking for education, experience, and skills but that seems to be the past. Instead, employers want individuals that can communicate, have interned before, and someone that is willing to give their 110%.
A winner is a dreamer who never gives up. – Nelson Mandela
It’s a heartbreaking story – it is every time. Every time you hear the word abortion and the numerous implications that follow making a decision to carry out this brutal medical practice. For ex-mothers who live with post-traumatic depression, to doctors and nurses who carry out the procedures, and to the many unborn human beings we legally murder. Yet another story is making its way around the internet, and we hope it won’t be the last. Add to that list the implication of facing a fully grown, talking and walking survivor of an abortion. Melissa Ohden happens to be a baby which was ‘aborted’, but the methods used were not strong enough to break her biology from fighting through the chemicals and making her a survivor. What is it in human beings that propels us to want to live, the desire of life itself, which burns within us. What is it in animals, or even the smallest insects and bugs, which strikes the feeling of ‘fear’ into them, the same thrust of energy which happens to be the elementary feelings of the ‘desire to live’?
Anything to pass the buck, get a free meal, and not have to pay for being lazy, slothful, prideful, lustful and ignorant. Were creating an army of animals, who are more than happy to get their food & drinks, fulfill all their ‘wants’ before any of their ‘needs’ and then come up with methods to escape the reality of life – that it will crush you for being so self-centered. This of course is all possible only for one reason, the governments approval and subsidizing of this behavior. Abortions are a ‘choice’ for individuals – simply because there is no one that could take the stand physically, they are denied any protection, and are now more or less the ‘property’ of their mothers (when does a father of a child have the right to prevent an abortion?). I can say ‘property’ as if an unborn child was equal to a piece of garbage in our governments eyes only because our laws do not provide for an unborn child any protection as far as allowing the mother to kill it. Therefore, an unborn child is just property, but what about a child already born?
Children once born are practically ‘property’ of the government and the amount of legal implications of rearing your child the way you see fit intimidates parents from raising their children. Is it irony that a government that wants nothing to do with a baby before it is born then becomes overly protective of it after its arrived? Why should any government which does not guarantee life for the unborn be allowed to then dictate to parents the terms under which that child should grow and learn and even demand from it services? What is a government to do with a baby being born?
And so something which seems so complex due to all the propaganda and bumper stickers is really not so complex at all. In fact it can be derived by a simple sequence. That a fertilized embryo becomes the first step towards ‘life’, which ends at a fully grown baby. Conception (fertilization) is the first step to all human life. And every single person reading this article can be traced exactly back to a point in time when conception had occurred. After that in relative stages, you have a human being, even if not in form, but in reality, because the completed form of a baby is not the completed form of a fully matured adult, just as the completed form of the fetus is not yet the completed form of the baby, however, each form is equal upon the other, as they all produce the same result – a human being. To amplify that reality to you clearer and in more dramatic terms, please explain to Melissa Ohden how she was not yet a human in her mothers womb and how it should have been legal to kill her, only because someone made a mistake and found a way to ‘solve’ it without taking any responsibility whatsoever.
I encourage you guys to spread this video for maximum impact, especially to those people who are on the fence about it or may be considering an abortion. We need to add as much support and information into the mainstream to prevent people from making these tragic mistakes. The amount of evil surrounding the general medical practice of abortion is astonishing. It has become a business, and not only that, but groups like Planned Parenthood have been found guilty of racial infanticide by promoting black mothers to abortion their children en mass. Of course, there are many who stand to benefit from this development. And it has become a business to promote a lifestyle in the black community which breeds unwanted children – because there are very successful individuals who stand to PROFIT from this. The emancipation of the black community, just like the general population of the United States has to occur once more to free people from the grip of mass media propaganda and corporate control over social norms. Studies after studies are being uncovered each day that talk about the controlled media and their malicious agenda to harm your mind and your body and enslave you to material things, including yourself. Addictions and unsatisfiable desires are being force fed to people on a daily basis. Even the most basic business classes speak about the absolute need for a clear goal and agenda and proper decision-making process to achieve the most revenue and profit from any endeavor. Applying basic business knowledge to questions of abortion, prisons, substance-abuse, sex, weapons and laws you can derive the need for each of these areas to be heavily controlled by those with special interests.
Fighting against abortion is a step towards fighting for your own freedom and well-being.
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And I’ve done everything I could to fight this habit. I went to libraries, I left my wallet home, I abstained for days and sometimes weeks.
On my lunch break I went on my long walks down 18th Street, NW. The route to the left would take me to Dupont Circle – risky! The path to the right would lead me to the World Bank building – also dangerous!
After a long mental battle with myself, I finally gave in, my lunch clock ticking down.
Potbelly? Caribou? Starbucks?
Nope (these would actually save me).
You guessed it by now?
These high-risk destinations are “Books-A-Million,” Kramer’s Bookstore, and the World Bank’s nice Infoshop bookstore.
Yes, I am addicted to the bookstores, and to business books in particular. Of course, you know that after you read fifty or more books on any business topic, including strategy, marketing, sales and creativity, most of it becomes repetitive, and you can only learn about 5 percent new from each new book you’re reading.
Yet, as I entered each new store, I’d go straight to the business book section, grab five or six, get my small Americano, and immerse myself in reading. At the end of my lunch hour, I’d want to buy a few and eventually convince myself that one was enough.
Ka-ching! The cashier thanks me for the purchase, and I can’t wait to get home. In a couple of hours the book lands on the pile on the bookshelf.
…And I’m “hungry” again.
So when I was cleaning my office and re-arranging my collection yesterday, I actually counted them. It turned out that I own over 100 business books. With an average price of $25, it looks like that I made an investment of $2,500 in my knowledge.
Did this investment help me professionally? Absolutely, but with one important caveat: only when I practiced it immediately. For example, using the principles of Dan Roam’s “The Back of the Napkin,” job interviews got so much easier. Joe Vitale’s “Hypnotic Writing” and Tom Ahern’s “How to Write Fundraising Materials” helped shape my communication messages. Jon Poelstra’s “Marketing Outrageously” and Eric Ryan’s “The Method. Method” gave me a boost with “old” new marketing ideas.
How do I do it? I use very simple steps:
1. Read the book with a pencil in my hand.
2. Write down specific ideas I found particularly interesting on the index cards.
3. Reflect on these ideas, trying to use it for my particular ongoing or future project.
4. Reflect on my findings. Modify these ideas and create my own formula.
5. Use these ideas at my next opportunity (work/volunteering/personal)
So following my principle of sharing the best with my contacts and followers, I’m going to share the summaries of my favorite business books in the following posts.
What are your favorite business books? Which one helped you the most in your career, or a single project? How do you use ideas you found in these business books?
When I was young and defenseless, and would stare out my window I wondered, what made God so mad? But even this powerful and frightening event was brilliantly beautiful and nothing brought more respect from within me as did those marvelous manifestations of God through nature. I suppose this is where my first understandings began to be formed about God himself, and this too would carry on into my life-but at a much latter time.
It was one of those summer rains. I was still, watching from my window, looking at the street light which gave the only light to our dead end street. It was a dim and yellow light. Yet it stood tall with its glossed black post. The street was empty except for one girl who was my neighbor. She was my age, dressed in a long t-shirt and shorts. She was completely wet from head to toe as she proceeded to play in the rain. When I saw her I was amazed. How could someone walk in the rain? I had never done it and was always told to never do it. It never crossed my mind that playing in the rain could even be an option. Yet watching as she looked happy and free I yearned to join her. Inside our apartment my mother was preparing some baked goods, sweet warm food which filled the house with warmth and a pleasant smell. It was a haply little cozy apartment. There was five of us. An older brother who was watching T.V and a younger sister who was in the kitchen watching my mother prepare the food. After watching Kerri for some time I told everyone in the house, “look, its Kerri playing in the rain, she is all wet and barefoot, can you imagine?” My mother came over to the window, and simply said, “Kerri is just crazy, she is going to be all dirty and will probably get sick” and without giving it more thought went back to the kitchen. I walked out on my porch.
“Hi Kerri. What are you doing, are you crazy?”
– “Hi Armen, what do you mean?”
“Your playing in the rain”
-“Of course I am, it’s so much fun. The rain is warm and it feels great. You’ve never played in the rain? What are you afraid of?”
she said, smiling and laughing playfully revealing a gap in her teeth. She was fairly roundish, with full cheeks, long black curly hair and dark skin. Her eyes were big and alive full of life and adventure. I thought to myself looking at her and realized that I never played in the rain. Leaving my socks on the porch, and looking over my shoulder to make sure my mom was not looking I ran out under the street light.
Looking up at the light each drop of rain would ignite as it fell past the glow of yellow. It truly was fun and immediately I too was wet and heavy as my clothes filled with water. “Haha, your right, this is amazing. I never thought that something so simple as rain could be fun to play in.”
-“I know, I know…”
And as if it happened immediately I heard my mothers voice and realized that I better go back inside, I yelled back over my shoulder “See you tomorrow!” – “Goodbye Armen.”
And it was in such paces that my childhood would flow. Those many chance meetings and events which shook who I was from within. I spent a lot of my life looking up at that street light. Especially in the winter, when if you stood directly under it and looked straight up it would seem that you were flying away up into space. The snow would begin to fly past your eyes quicker and quicker. And as a child many times looking up at the sky by that post I would dream of flying away somewhere far and out of this world. Maybe now I realize that even then I yearned to find something great, something that surpassed everything in this world. That light was always there, it was constant, and probably the only thing in my childhood that didn’t change with time (except that one time we ran it over with a car). It was the only thing that was there even if nothing else remained.
Another rainstorm had begun, and it was only beginning to get dark outside. All the kids were out playing in the rain. And there I was among them. We all stood under that warm rain and thought in our child-like innocence about the question, “where does rain come from?”. Everyone kept yelling out possible answers and all of them were fascinating. Yet we didn’t know this little thing of life yet. Kerri was also in the crowd.
“Well I heard that when it rains, it means that God is crying and the rain drops are his tears.”
I looked at her and listened carefully. I really wanted to know what rain was too! God is crying I thought to myself? There was so much rain falling that it covered everything.
“God must be very upset with us then”, I replied completely serious and lost in thought. If rain was truly Gods tears then we must be doing a lot of bad things. I kept going, “You know, lets try to make God happy, lets be good and see if it will rain less!”
-“Yes, we definitely should! I wonder if it will work, even though there are so many people everywhere, but we can still try”, said Kerri.
Another thought caught me. There are so many people in this world. And it must rain everywhere like it did here. It upset me that we were making God so sad. That evening, I caught a rain drop in my palm and vowed to always remember that rain is Gods tears.
Only when I became older did I realize that even tears – be it rain gave us humans many blessings. Even when God cries, his tears benefit us….but being young and little and lost in the rain, I couldn’t help but also feel thankful for such tears in which we could all play.
Vladimir Putin answers questions about Ukraine, oil prices, Russian economy, Crimea and much more during the annual press conference held in Moscow, Russia
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