Listening to a song by Linkin Park... "in the end, it doesn't even matter"... I wonder... So many compromises. I had what I thought was a great chat with a friend here on 360 a couple nights ago. I thought we'd talk again. I felt good, we share interests, spriritual and otherwise. 48 hours later, and I've not heard from her... "no sale" .... hmmm... Feeling a little cynical, I suppose.

Church tonight... was a teaching on the Book of Daniel. Not bad, I guess, but negative. Then the discussion with two other men as the class ended.... spritual battleground, satan, the world is babylon... I don't buy it. God is love, thus, I am love, and that part of the world I touch is  love. I like love... I like it alot.... I tried not to be too affected by the fear I felt from these guys. I tried to empathize. I guess I did. But, it's hard.

I realized that it's less about a choice of being influenced or influencing and more about perspective. I love God. God loves the world. I love the world. The more I love the world, the more the world loves me. Seems so simple.. But my friends in class didn't seem to want to understand... Easier to fight than surrender... Easier to be afraid than to love.... I was there. I remember. Not so long ago... So... I guess I'll keep trying to be a teacher of love, even to my religious friends. I choose to believe there is hope in all of us.

Work's been a little tense, too. We've doubled our revenue since I started six months ago. We'll double again these next six months. It is my intent to help to build a lasting and highly profitable organization. It's not always easy, though...

I feel like I'm whining. That's not my desire. I want to be grateful. I want to write a poem of hope and love. I want to lead while following. I want to be a postive influence, an agent of loving change. And so, I suppose, I am.