The thought process working, as you lay your pen against the paper. Where the first word is the seed; and, as your imagination grows, only puts emphasis that the once white paper came from a tree. A tree, whose roots reach a deeper meaning- as you embellish and create a piece more beautiful than the elements that made it.
(writers block, bye)
Just recently, I’ve realized how being a genuinely nice person has many rewards. Sometimes it takes not only courage to show an act of kindness, but it also takes effort. Effort takes energy that certain people don’t want to waste. I was conversing with a friend who lost faith in the world, and how its led him to believe in the demise of human beings. The selfish mindset spoke to me, “why should I care about people if all they care is about themselves, and their wellbeing on the road to THEIR riches and not mine? Just because one person cares doesn’t mean it will change the world, people will stay money motivated and life goes on.”
My answer to that— I believe that I have enough power within myself that I can change the world. Just cause the current flow of selfish mindsets lives in people, doesn’t mean that the whole world feels the same way. Yeah, I understand a majority of people lost hope but there are people who still want to keep fighting for the greater good… because IT EXISTS!
For as long as I could remember, I’ve based my sometimes reckless, but memorable, decision-making on the quote “Carpe diem”- I figured people should stop complaining on situations that they do have control of and seize the day. Since I’ve turned 18, I’ve taken the responsibility to be more outspoken and take in the power that I have as an individual. Whether or not you believe 18 is such an important number, in America, is it. As an 18 year old, you have all the rights of an adult except the ability to drink alcohol. With freedom, comes great responsibility. See, although you may be living with your parents and you have the same rights as you did as your 17 year old self did, the government and your community sees you different.
Good bye to all the people that once spoon fed you, cause this is your reality check. “In life there are three types of people: 1. people who are making a difference 2. the one who watch people making things happen 3. and the people who say ‘What happened?” How do you see yourself in life? For sure, I would not want to take my ability as an individual for granted, while the rest of the world struggles over power.
Be the change you want to see. -Gandhi
Thank you Lord. I am alive, and the day has come where I will be attending classes to further my abilities to be the person I want to be in the future. You are the reason for all of this.
Now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13, NIV.
Spiritual maturity isn’t measured by how long you’ve been a Christian, how much you know, or how often you go to church. Spiritual maturity is measured by the way you treat other people. It’s measured by the love you allow to operate through you. First Corinthians 13 tells us about the characteristics of love. One characteristic is that it is not rude. That means, when we are walking in love, we treat other people with courtesy and respect. Are you courteous to other people? Are you kind to the person at the checkout counter that may be moving too slowly for you? Are you gentle when you are driving down the highway and someone cuts you off? Are you patient with your family and coworkers? These are all ways we show love.
Scripture also tells us that love is patient. It is kind. It does not envy; it is not proud. It is not rude. Love is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love never fails. Notice that these characteristics don’t have anything to do with feelings. That’s because love is a choice. You can choose to walk in love toward people even when you don’t feel like it. Today, make the choice to do what is right. Choose today to show kindness and be courteous to others. Look for ways to cultivate the greatest thing in your life—love! As you do, you’ll move forward into the life of blessing God has in store for you!
(via camillebriana)
My apologies to the people I’ve hurt- not for the things I said, but how I said it.
I vaguely remember driving to Tracy, and having the most distasteful conversation about the level of happiness couples who choose to or choose not to have children. Keep in mind, the couple I was with had a child at an early age, so you can detect a hint of bias.
My friend clearly states (with an index finger pointed to the air), “people who do not have children are not going to be happy”. I remember thinking about a cousin who, with his girlfriend, chose the life of having pets to compensate for the lack of kids in their home. Does that make them a little less human? Does that make their choice to not have children, forever in debt them to live a disdainful life? I think not.
Although, it is true that having children brings a certain type of joy in one’s life, it does not prove true for everybody. The reason why my cousin and his girlfriend are choosing not to have children is not an egotistical one. In fact, the reason why they do not want to have children shows how loving they are as a couple. They are choosing not to have children because they fear that they are not financially able to raise a family. Yes, it holds true, that a certain number has overcome that obstacle, but why look down on the people who do care about being well prepared for their offsprings?
But, I guess my opinion is invalid because I, myself, dont have children. I was just trying to make a point that a person’s happiness cannot be measured on another person’s scale.
I think it would be egotistical of a person to believe that the only good food is the food they grew up with. There’s nothing more I detest than a person who degrades certain cultures based on the food that they eat- especially vegetarians!
It would be disrespectful not to give vegetarians a big high five for committing to only eat vegetables, I mean after all, who does not like the occasional hamburger with a side of fries fried in cow fat? What I dont understand is the audacity that certain people have when it comes to making people feel a little less than great based on the food they eat. No, it is not entertaining when you make faces of disgust or, not even close to flattering, when you make a face of disapproval.
While watching the Travel Network, I believe it was Anthony Bourdain who said something in the lines of how the food channel gives light to trying many different delicacies. After all, different parts of the world dont have certain animals to feast on, so they make do with what they have—and having a meal in front of you is a luxury in itself.
Now leave me be, and let me eat my maiz con queso ice cream!
It’s crazy how your words have done a good job at entangling me to this idea of yours. “We’ll live together in San Francisco, just you and me”.
Look, I know how crazy I seem, but maybe that’s what I am. Maybe those nights of my mind subconsciously turning it’s main thought towards you, isn’t a sign. And maybe my drive to not give up on you, and us, is nothing but a puppy chasing its tail. So where does that lead me? I honestly don’t know.
If anything, I feel more confused since our recent contact. I feel like it directed me to turn 180 and look at the path we once had, the path that I undeniably want. It’s as if the memories of the days where we spent together are trying to replay itself, adding unnecessary moments that we didn’t share, making the idea of you a little more sweet than it actually is. What we are, is how the saying goes, “the fruit taste better when stolen”. The idea of us is better stolen from the memories of the past, than the future-which doesn’t seem promising. Now, doesn’t that sound bittersweet?
I wonder if the insects that get electrocuted before hitting the night lamp feel the utmost joy before it’s death. They have this attraction to such a luminous object, that they will foolishly succumb to their end. It must be trancelike feeling so engrossed to the light, magnified 1000x more than necessary.
If you think about it, it’s a forbidden love. There isn’t, or there shouldn’t be, any intentions of hurting someone. But, past forward to the doomed couple, there’s more tears in the shower than actual water.
This may sound funny, but for this past year or so, I’ve been holding on to this hope-it’s minuscule, but highly effective. This hope led me to believe of the favored future, the one I was excited for, and, as much as I think highly of myself, i must confess, it’s led me feeling like a stone.
Imagine this glorious grey stone in a river soooo blue that the relfection of the sky only illuminates the trees greener with clarity. It lives the pleasant life with its radiating acceptance with the changing flow of the river, filled with excited energy. Now, don’t ebb away from the fact this stone knows it lives a full life, but like me, that stone has hope for its “favored future” in that specific spot.
Looking from the outside in, I would applaud at the striving energy for that pocket of hope, but I would also suggest that there might be different area in this massive river that HIGHLY fulfills it’s ambition there.
I’m sorry Hope, I won this time.
