Alyxandra Sarik

     Welcome to the rambles of my philosophical ponderings.  I am delighted you have found your way to my corner of the universe yet again!  So recently I have engaged myself in the gruesome task of employment. Twelve long hours do I sacrifice to the promise of money.  Heinous, if I do say so myself.  Nonetheless in this reality it is deemed quite necessary if one were to afford a decent livelihood.  It is the American dream to indebt ourselves to universities, cars, houses, etc.  If you dare have no want for such things, beware of judgmental gawking and reproving jests. But how could you not?  They provide comfort and a sense of security.  A safe environment for present or future offspring.  This is how the world works.  You reap what you sow. But seriously, should we not have any other reason?  Is security that important where we are willing to give up everything to achieve it?  Our time.  Prerequisite am...

Water Walker (The Outlaw Chronicles #2) by Ted Dekker My rating: 5 of 5 stars Reading Water Walker had a very personal impact on me. It was like reading my own life reflected on the pages of a book because I could really relate to the story in many ways. Having faced trials with my own mother regarding obedience, spirituality and sheltering, Dekker really hit a personal chord for me. But it was how he wrapped up the story which made it so beautiful. As I was reading it, I wondered why was he portraying Christianity as a manipulative, self-righteous, and mindless lunacy. I know that many Christians can be like that, but where can the line be drawn for holiness and surrender to God and blind madness? But then I realized, the purpose of the story isn't to dismiss following after God, but to show the difference between the two. I love the message of the story, to believe in God is to trust Him, and because you trust Him you have the power to do anything. That is true ...

“I will dance and resist and dance and persist and dance. This heartbeat is louder than death.” ~ Suheir Hammad Where are you going?   My thoughts asked.  The familiar apartment front door, which had always greeted me so warmly in times past, now stood before me.  Its closed doors loomed over me like a haunting death sentence.  I shivered as my feet stood implanted onto the asphalt street like stone.  Thunder exploded in the overcast skies.  There was going to be a thunderstorm tonight.  I hated thunderstorms.  They unnerved me.   Where was I going?  I was going to hell that’s where.  Which was why I shouldn’t be here.   Here wasn’t a place a person like me should be.  I pulled tighter at what was left of my scanty torn dress to try to cover my exposed body against the cold.  I felt naked. Why are you here? Did I know?  Perhaps a part of me still believed I could get a second chance.  Another s...