The Sun Never Shines On Closed Doors

I was driving home last night listening to as many laid-back songs as I could when I came upon "The Sun Never Shines On Closed Doors" by Flogging Molly. I've always enjoyed the relaxing melody of the song, so it wasn't too new for me in anyway. As I sipped my lemonade, the sad melody and words (the same as the title) of the refrain reached to me. But not only to my ears, but to something more. Instantly my head whirled about the words until I got the message that love won't pour in until you open your heart.

I thought of it. I thought about it. If you close your heart, what will you get? Yes, you can always protect your heart, but when you close it to all those around you, do you feel loved? Do you wish to feel loved?

I'm not talking about the love a boy finds when he sees an attractive woman, or the "love" you feel if a boy is talking to you above all others. I'm talking of the other genuine love. The love for neighbor. If you set your heart on blocking out all things, if you close your heart to everything, and your demeanor changes for it, will you expect love to come to you? You can compare it to everything else. You wish to change your ways and faults, but, because of pride, you close your ears to all those around you. Would you expect anything to change?

In a way, it's easier to see from the other way around. Anyone willing to be there for a friend, a family member, anyone, would have his heart open so that he may "pour" his love into that distressed person. But this person won't take it; he has his heart closed.

I know this probably sounds all too confusing, and not in the least bit entertaining. But it's just something too fascinating, vast and complicated for me to let it off my mind so easily. I hope any of you readers know what I mean. On a last note, I'm not saying to keep your heart open to everyone to have friends or to feel loved. Protecting the heart is something everyone should probably do in life. But in the same sense that The Sun Never Shines on Closed Doors,

So it is that Love won't pour in until your heart is opened.

Damien

First Addition to My Family

An Ode to Sisters

http://damienispious.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html

I now see the importance of a sister. Or at least a really girly guy. You see, Desi* was gone for five days and boy...it was quiet. When she came back things have been more relieving and such. So I figured to myself that I have now figured out the true purpose of sisters.Sisters arent in any way meant to be just annoying, which is obviously one of their natures. But they're also meant to be talkative. And this is a true gift from God, mind you.

You see, with Desi* gone, things just felt empty. EMPTY! Desi* comes back and you hear the same things over and over, and somehow....its a good thing. It's hard to explain, but I think being annoying and talkative at the same time can be a relief to people who despise utter silence, it must be the purpose of the sister! Sisters have another purpose though. Sisters are the ones with the weird styles, class, etc. As in they like the weirdest things! One example of a song that I'm sure everyone can relate to...SOS. Because I have a sister, I would hear that song at LEAST two times a day. Once it was five altogether in one day...Trust me, it was terrible. Another example is "Hips dont Lie"....Blegh. That's all there is to it. But this gets me to thinking again. Yet another purpose of the sister is to demonstrate to everyone else that life is hard and cruel in mysterious ways! And that people you're going to meet in the future will be like your sister. So there is another good thing about sisters. You get used to that weird, annoying, talkative being so much that when you meet someone exactly the same in college or something like that, it'll be like they're your best friend, even though they're uber annoying and talkative! For those without sisters, they'll just be sitting there, staring and thinking, "Ok......this girl likes to sing Kelly Clarkson in the public.......during a movie!" What goes along with the purpose of a sister also is that you learn to be gentleman-like...no matter how much your sister hates it, overuses it "I'm the girl so that's why!" etc. You just learn. Thanks to Des*, if some girl untunes my guitar for no stinking reason at all...I wont blow up! Just get really annoyed.


One last thing I'm glad I've learned because of Des* is that girls CAN ACTUALLY BE NICE! So now in the future if some girl laughs at a joke or doesnt completely put me down I wont be startled and amazed at a girl actually being nice. I'll be somewhat jolted, because it's very rare, but I wont be jaw-dropped or anything. So there you have it. This is my load of scat concerning sisters. Hope you enjoy this completely random (but not as boring as Lance's post) topic!Damien* Note: Desi is just an example for a name of the average sister. Desi is in fact the sweetest sister I've ever met and had. Desi is not an average sister either, she is in fact her own...nothing like all you other annoying, talkative, sometimesreallynicebutatcompletelyrandomtimes, sisters out there. She's the best.


You talk about the memories, you remember them all. -Damien

Thoughts from Work

Today is the day that I'll be someone new;
I'll be myself, I'll be someone true,
I won't carve my thoughts to those of another's mind,
I'll listen to the voice that screams from inside
That this is not me, this is not who I am,
This is not the person who God had in plan,
So today I'll set that voice inside free
I won't be a fake, I'll only be me.

Sure,
I have my faults, but those are my own,
They aren't yours, or God's;
They are what I've sown.

And God, I'll try to be who You want me to be,
Because in You alone I can be made happy,
I will try to follow, no matter the cross,
Because You sacrificed Your Son,
So that all souls are not lost.
I find hope,
I find direction,
I find love in You,
I only hope that I can be true,
To follow what You wish me to do.

Whenever, wherever



Damien