I've been avoiding returning to the Beit Midrash (the Study Hall) to resume my learning. There is only tomorrow left before Yom Kippur, and a three week break. At this moment, I am in the midst of another notorious fit of indolence, confusion and apathy, and have no desire to go learn Torah.
But it's not really apathy. I still care about the stuff I cared about when I was 12. When I went to eat lunch, my friend David started singing "Somewhere That's Green" from Little Shop of Horrors. I promptly and enthusiastically joined in. I came back to my room and started looking for Horror clips on YouTube. After watching a few, out of order, and went back and watched the clip of "Skid Row." The ghetto striving and the deep, deep emotion of the voices, especially the black singers, brought me to tears.
You tell me what that means..
But it's not really apathy. I still care about the stuff I cared about when I was 12. When I went to eat lunch, my friend David started singing "Somewhere That's Green" from Little Shop of Horrors. I promptly and enthusiastically joined in. I came back to my room and started looking for Horror clips on YouTube. After watching a few, out of order, and went back and watched the clip of "Skid Row." The ghetto striving and the deep, deep emotion of the voices, especially the black singers, brought me to tears.
You tell me what that means..
2 comments:
Look between the two giant melons.
i don't know if you want to hear more Torah, and i don't know if it'll help but it's something to chew on: the Noam Elimelech says that when a tzaddik begins his journey, the people around him find his actions strange and unnatural. when people see a tzaddik and are awakened to deeper love and mesirut nefesh, you know the tzaddik is complete in his path.
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