Okay, let's pretend for a minute that God does exist. Now, let's pretend that half of the bible is complete bullshit, and all the big 'no-nos' are just God's way of testing humanity for how fully they would follow him...God is fucking smart, eh? Not only that but, those people who rally against gays would both pass and fail. Pass for holding God and his book dear in their hearts, and fail for not following the verses that say to love others as you love yourself. Thinking you're better than someone else because of what a book says is not exactly smart.
Now, using logic in this lovely blog I'm going to say that every religion in the world has this same stuff. Half is good things that people should do, half are things that make no sense/are bullshit/are stupid. This is because each religion has been around for EVER, and each 'book' or whatever has been around for just as long. Personally, those are hints to me that God up in the sky is not at all what we imagine him/her to be. I think these book things are just old books on how humans live and how some act this way, others act that way. I mean, it's true isn't it? Some of us love others as we love ourselves, some hate others and feel better than others. Perhaps God in each of these books are just made-up people, who the humans who wrote them wished they were. I'm not exactly an expert on all this, but don't you think that if God existed, there wouldn't be half as much shit in the world as there is....
You can say, humans created this problems, the devil helped, blahblahblah. But no, because in the bible God can kick the Devils ass, so why wouldn't he now? If I was a God, I wouldn't let the world get THIS fucked up.
This makes me ask other questions. It is my belief that SOME type of God exists, but is not the sole controller of everything, and we as humans also turn the world certain ways. Also, the God up there isn't a particular being, perhaps, but more of a whole like air or something, just floating everywhere. We can pray to it, and through that get closer to our fate by trying to help make it happen, along with Karma, God, Fate, Chance, etc. Now here's the thing, if God like the normal christians believe in does exist and I am wrong, okay. Fine. But, if so, why does he have so many no-nos, when he is supposed to be all-loving. Why, would he send his creations to hell for being simply how he created them? Isn't it said in the bible that he loves all of his creations, children, etc. Does God listen to prayers/hopes only by those people he deems worthy/acceptable? Why? If he listens to everyone, why do a lot of people say their prayers aren't answered? Why, if he listens to everyone and loves everyone, are people still wandering around with nothing?
I pray sometimes, regardless of my belief, thinking well maybe it could happen and come true and maybe he exists. But, nothing has really miraculously happened. Ever. And even when I did believe, nothing happened. Ever. Perhaps it is because God does not listen to those who do not fully 100% believe. Maybe, he isn't listening because I'm Bisexual. Maybe, he doesn't listen because I plan to marry a girl. Perhaps because he simply is too busy with more important things. Perhaps because the person I pray for most often, is the girl who I am in love with...Most likely, because God does not exist at all.
In this case, we all are essentially the creators of our own worlds, and choose our paths in life. We cannot control others, this is true, but we can control ourselves. How we act, how we react, how we treat others, how we treat ourselves.
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If I was the ruler of the universe, there'd be some pretty good rules.
RULES OF THE UNIVERSE (If I were God):
1. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Or I may send lightning your way.
2. Though you may not like another person, or full out hate them, that doesn't mean they won't get a place in heaven. Unless they are people who have no capability to love and do horrible things.
3. Twilight is banned.
4. If you can't work it out yourselves, don't expect me to fix the worlds problems.
5. Cookies for all who are kind.
6. Gays are effin awesome, if you don't think so, you probably won't get into heaven. Sorry.
7. If I made you, I will love you. That doesn't mean if you are a complete idiot and hateful, I will not love you less. I will favor some children...Sorry.
8. You are human, make mistakes.
9. Just apologize for REALLY bad ones.
10. Don't dwell on sadness or the past. Come on, people, the future is more important.
11. Shooting stars are worth 1000 points.
12. Money means nothing.
Maybe others, but right now I'm too lazy. . . . .
If you were ruler of the universe, what rules would you make?
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
TWLOHAD♥
♥Love is the movement♥
Thank you to everyone who participated, and this is my contribution. Had it keep it small for work but it means more to me than many people can know. Remember that someone out there loves you, it gets better, there is always hope, and rescue is possible. ♥
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
To Write Love On Her Arms
I got bored today and decided to look up love images on google. I found some really pretty ones. Then I thought of TWLOHA-To Write Love On Her Arms, a non-profit organization for self-harm awareness, mostly for teen girls. I decided to look up 'TWLOHA images' on google.
I could never have prepared myself to see that many images of people's arms with love written on it for TWLOHA Day... Add that to the amount of websites the logo was on, people drawing the logo, photography done for the organization, and people who just showed their support...
I immediately burst into tears of joy.
It touched my heart in ways I cannot even say... It gives me so much hope that out there are people who care, about everyone, no matter their problems. Big, small, whatever...People care. I am joining in, to show my support. Friday, November the 12th-13th it is TWLOHA day. I'm writing it big, bold, and beautiful.
After-all, I've been there too. I have the marks to show it. I am proud to say those days are over for me.
Rescue is possible, I've found happiness. So can anyone else who just chooses to look for it. So can YOU. Please, show support and particpate in To Write Love On Her Arms Day.
Love is the movement.
~Me~
<3
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
20 random facts about me.
1. I am a leo.
2. I am a brunette.
3. I am only 17, when most people my age are 18. My birthday is in the summer.
4. I love music.
5. I love tea, as well as coffee.
6. I am Canadian, and sometimes too much. I say 'eh?' a lot, and my sister thinks I need to stop.
7. I like almost any kind of music there is...Almost.
8. Froot loops are one of my addictions.
9. So are fuzzy peaches.
10. I use internet smilies far too much...
11. I love tigger.
12. I sometimes feel like I am not good enough, and need someone to reassure me.
13. I used to not eat breakfast or lunch very often, so now when I eat breakfast too soon after waking up I feel sick.
14. Exams and I have a mutual hate relationship. I don't test well.
15. I like Tinkerbell.
16. And Beauty & the Beast.
17. And most disney movies.
18. I cannot take naps unless I am fall on the floor and die tired, or unless I am cuddling with someone and close my eyes...
19. I get nightmares when emotionally distressed.
20. I do not believe in god, but I do not believe there is no god. Rant blog later for that.... :P
2. I am a brunette.
3. I am only 17, when most people my age are 18. My birthday is in the summer.
4. I love music.
5. I love tea, as well as coffee.
6. I am Canadian, and sometimes too much. I say 'eh?' a lot, and my sister thinks I need to stop.
7. I like almost any kind of music there is...Almost.
8. Froot loops are one of my addictions.
9. So are fuzzy peaches.
10. I use internet smilies far too much...
11. I love tigger.
12. I sometimes feel like I am not good enough, and need someone to reassure me.
13. I used to not eat breakfast or lunch very often, so now when I eat breakfast too soon after waking up I feel sick.
14. Exams and I have a mutual hate relationship. I don't test well.
15. I like Tinkerbell.
16. And Beauty & the Beast.
17. And most disney movies.
18. I cannot take naps unless I am fall on the floor and die tired, or unless I am cuddling with someone and close my eyes...
19. I get nightmares when emotionally distressed.
20. I do not believe in god, but I do not believe there is no god. Rant blog later for that.... :P
Monday, May 24, 2010
Storytime children!
Hello people who actually still read my blog. I figure thats about 0! YAY ME! I am gonna keep on blogging anymore. This is more for me than anyone else really.
Today we're going to talk about the POWER behind WORDS. Ever find yourself in a perfect mood, until someone says one little thing? Ever wonder why your entire self-esteem could be shattered by a mere few people in your past? Well I figure it is because words are some of the most powerful things in the entire universe. I mean, we have them for a reason do we not? Words exist for us to use them. And in some cases, words are there for us to make other people feel like shit. Some words I am at a loss for any ability to understand why they exist. I mean, if you have more than three words to say one evil thing about someone, that is sad. No one should have to be put through that. And yet, I find myself saying horrible things about people daily. I am such a hypocrite.
Continuing on, through most of my life I have been the kid that people picked on. I have been called so many names I am not sure I could even count. And it's weird because I could have been so happy, but one person would come up to me and say something and POOF, I hated life that day. No matter what good things happened, that ONE thing would make me so sad. And even if the rest of my day was amazing, I still felt like crap.
I have been called things that as a kid, I thought that when I got older I could change. I tried. I really did. I got more friends like me, I worked to fit in with them, I tried everything. But still, people persisted.And tehn it got to junior high where everyone learns everything about ruining other's lives. And again, I was a target. You think I'd have learned by then not to talk to people who made me feel like crap. But hey, I was young and naive. I got to grade 9 with a broken heart, trust issues, a newly changed definition of friendship, happiness, and even love. By the time I was in grade 10, I had become the ultimate professional at hiding my feelings.
Words can completely destroy anyone if you work hard enough at it.
You know that saying, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words could never hurt me'? IT LIES. It is wrong. Words may not break bones, but words break hearts. Now that I am a bit more grown up, I have realized there will always be someone saying SOMETHING about you. You just gotta learn to let it go. And if not, you are going to be in for a lifetime of hurt.
I have found a new way to get past it all. I say, hey, if someone's life is so PATHETIC that they have to make fun of you, they obviously aren't worth your time or energy to hate. I don't hate people. I think it is SO much energy to go into negativity it's not even funny. Energy should be put into positive things. Like cupcakes. :) Mm, cupcakes. I must add that to the list. And on that note, storytime is over!
Just Me.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Happy things.
Here is an effort to counter act my previous emo blogs. :P
LIST OF THINGS I LIKE IN THE WORLD!
1. My GF. :)
2. Sunshine.
3. Fuzzy peaches.
4. Reading.
5. Taking pictures of things that I think are pretty.
6. Making my GF blush and giggle like an idiot. She's a cutie.
7. Music.
8. Purple.
9. Roses
10. Other pretty flowers.
11. My best friends.
12. My GF's eyes.
13. Her smile.
14. Her hugs.
15. Her crazyness.
16. Her ability to make me smile.
17. Actually, just her. So we're back to number one.
18. Frogs.
19. Puppies. :)
20. Platypus'
21. Llamas.
22. Ducks.
23. THE BEATLES FTW!
24. PARAMORE.
25. The Oatmeal.
26. Hyperbole and a Half.
27. Grape Fanta.
28. Junk food .
29. Lucky charms.
30. The color yellow (which actually, I used to hate)
31. The ocean
32. Being near water and relaxing
33. Swimming
34. Running. I so need to get back into the habit of that.
35. Kites.
36. MLIA.
37. FAILBOOK.
38. Facebook.
39. Making fun of Twilight.
40. Harry Potter. I'm a nerd.
41. the fact that 3.14 backwards spells pie and that pi is a math term but pie is delicious.
42. The answer to life, the universe, and everything.
43. Unicorns.
44. Llamas with hats.
45. Charlie the unicorn.
46. Cake.
47. Cheesecake.
48. Ice cream cake.
49. Lists.
50. I'll add more later.
51. ONE MORE: Sarah Dessen and HON books. :)
52. Poptarts.
53. Writing.
54. Chalk drawing.
55. Toaster strudels.
56. Summer
57. Spring.
58. Fall.
59. The fact that I am not afraid of love anymore.
60. The fact that I trust someone utterly and completely with everything I have.
61. SKITTLES.
62. Twix
63. TRIX. I wish we could still buy it here.
64. Getting good marks.
65. Being proud of myself.
66. The fact that I can say I am beautiful now, without feeling like I am a horrible person for saying so.
67. Oreos.
68. Chocolate milk. (Never white milk lol)
69. You know, I never actually ever knew what this meant. Haha, I suck.
70.Acting like a kid.
71. Swinging on swingsets.
72. The fact that no matter what my mood is, one talk with her and I feel like nothing could ever go wrong. :) <3
LIST OF THINGS I LIKE IN THE WORLD!
1. My GF. :)
2. Sunshine.
3. Fuzzy peaches.
4. Reading.
5. Taking pictures of things that I think are pretty.
6. Making my GF blush and giggle like an idiot. She's a cutie.
7. Music.
8. Purple.
9. Roses
10. Other pretty flowers.
11. My best friends.
12. My GF's eyes.
13. Her smile.
14. Her hugs.
15. Her crazyness.
16. Her ability to make me smile.
17. Actually, just her. So we're back to number one.
18. Frogs.
19. Puppies. :)
20. Platypus'
21. Llamas.
22. Ducks.
23. THE BEATLES FTW!
24. PARAMORE.
25. The Oatmeal.
26. Hyperbole and a Half.
27. Grape Fanta.
28. Junk food .
29. Lucky charms.
30. The color yellow (which actually, I used to hate)
31. The ocean
32. Being near water and relaxing
33. Swimming
34. Running. I so need to get back into the habit of that.
35. Kites.
36. MLIA.
37. FAILBOOK.
38. Facebook.
39. Making fun of Twilight.
40. Harry Potter. I'm a nerd.
41. the fact that 3.14 backwards spells pie and that pi is a math term but pie is delicious.
42. The answer to life, the universe, and everything.
43. Unicorns.
44. Llamas with hats.
45. Charlie the unicorn.
46. Cake.
47. Cheesecake.
48. Ice cream cake.
49. Lists.
50. I'll add more later.
51. ONE MORE: Sarah Dessen and HON books. :)
52. Poptarts.
53. Writing.
54. Chalk drawing.
55. Toaster strudels.
56. Summer
57. Spring.
58. Fall.
59. The fact that I am not afraid of love anymore.
60. The fact that I trust someone utterly and completely with everything I have.
61. SKITTLES.
62. Twix
63. TRIX. I wish we could still buy it here.
64. Getting good marks.
65. Being proud of myself.
66. The fact that I can say I am beautiful now, without feeling like I am a horrible person for saying so.
67. Oreos.
68. Chocolate milk. (Never white milk lol)
69. You know, I never actually ever knew what this meant. Haha, I suck.
70.Acting like a kid.
71. Swinging on swingsets.
72. The fact that no matter what my mood is, one talk with her and I feel like nothing could ever go wrong. :) <3
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Sex. {Not kidding, not at all}
I thought it might be time for another 'deep' ranty blog. And since everyone I know seems to be thinking about this nowadays, I might as well explain my stand on it. Sooo, get a snack and a beverage, tell your friends to leave you alone.. I am going to talk about sex. :P
OKAY. So. It pisses me off that a lot of young young girls are having sex at like twelve fucking years old. I mean, my sister is only 13, if I found out she was having sex, I would go OFF. Sex nowadays seems to mean so little for everyone, like sex is just something to do when you're bored. It's like you're sitting at home one night really bored so instead of doing something productive you call up some guy you know (or girl) and say "Hey I'm bored, wanna have sex?" And that is perfectly natural. I find that retarded. Especially since there are so many gross things going around involved with sex, like, hm, STDS. And pregnancy. And then there's the decision if you're too young whether or not to keep the baby. IN my opinion, if you're not going to keep the baby, just put it up for adoption. I don't believe in abortion, only for certain circumstances. Like, rape victims and twelve year olds who are poor and whose family will send them into the streets. If you're too young to make a decision about keeping a baby, you're too young to have sex. For me, 16 is the age where sex becomes talkable with partners. Sometimes even later...
Anyway. Sex for me (and maybe I've just been too shy and reserved or been brought up too strictly but I digress...) is like the BIGGEST thing in a relationship.. Besides like, marriage or whatever. For me sex is what happens when you know you are in love, when you trust your partner completely, when you know you will be together forever (or reallllllly long time, whatever) and when you can openly have conversations about those things without feeling awkward or anything. AND even then, that's only if you FEEL ready. And even then, it is kind of scary. I mean, sex is the easy part. It's the physical thing. Even if it's your first time, sex is truly, just sex. The hard part about it is giving yourself so completely to someone else, giving your heart to them, showing how much you love them, giving them the biggest opening to hurt you. That is the scary part.
I mean, you hear it everywhere, sex is appealing, it sells, blah blah blah. It has to be the easy part if everyone is able to talk about it so openly, show it all through the media, and make jokes about it. If people can laugh so much at sex, it is obviously no big deal.
But to give yourself to someone else, that is a dfferent story. Let's put it like this: you are asked to bottle up your entire soul and your feelings for the person and just hand it over. Simple. Easy-peasy. Right?
Wrong. And even if they are willing to give you them, you're still losing a part of you...
Maybe I am too much of a good girl to really get it, or been brought up strictly so now all I think about is how "bad" sex is but I don't know... I just don't see it the same as everyone else. Or maybe more people see it the same way but just don't show it, or just follow the crowd. Either way, this is starting to REALLLY get on my nerves. Not to mention "music" nowadays is FULL of sex and money and drugs and other shit. It's unnerving.
OKAY. I think I am done with my long rant about sex. . . .
Until next time (not ranting about sex next time, just next blog time..)
Just Me.
OKAY. So. It pisses me off that a lot of young young girls are having sex at like twelve fucking years old. I mean, my sister is only 13, if I found out she was having sex, I would go OFF. Sex nowadays seems to mean so little for everyone, like sex is just something to do when you're bored. It's like you're sitting at home one night really bored so instead of doing something productive you call up some guy you know (or girl) and say "Hey I'm bored, wanna have sex?" And that is perfectly natural. I find that retarded. Especially since there are so many gross things going around involved with sex, like, hm, STDS. And pregnancy. And then there's the decision if you're too young whether or not to keep the baby. IN my opinion, if you're not going to keep the baby, just put it up for adoption. I don't believe in abortion, only for certain circumstances. Like, rape victims and twelve year olds who are poor and whose family will send them into the streets. If you're too young to make a decision about keeping a baby, you're too young to have sex. For me, 16 is the age where sex becomes talkable with partners. Sometimes even later...
Anyway. Sex for me (and maybe I've just been too shy and reserved or been brought up too strictly but I digress...) is like the BIGGEST thing in a relationship.. Besides like, marriage or whatever. For me sex is what happens when you know you are in love, when you trust your partner completely, when you know you will be together forever (or reallllllly long time, whatever) and when you can openly have conversations about those things without feeling awkward or anything. AND even then, that's only if you FEEL ready. And even then, it is kind of scary. I mean, sex is the easy part. It's the physical thing. Even if it's your first time, sex is truly, just sex. The hard part about it is giving yourself so completely to someone else, giving your heart to them, showing how much you love them, giving them the biggest opening to hurt you. That is the scary part.
I mean, you hear it everywhere, sex is appealing, it sells, blah blah blah. It has to be the easy part if everyone is able to talk about it so openly, show it all through the media, and make jokes about it. If people can laugh so much at sex, it is obviously no big deal.
But to give yourself to someone else, that is a dfferent story. Let's put it like this: you are asked to bottle up your entire soul and your feelings for the person and just hand it over. Simple. Easy-peasy. Right?
Wrong. And even if they are willing to give you them, you're still losing a part of you...
Maybe I am too much of a good girl to really get it, or been brought up strictly so now all I think about is how "bad" sex is but I don't know... I just don't see it the same as everyone else. Or maybe more people see it the same way but just don't show it, or just follow the crowd. Either way, this is starting to REALLLY get on my nerves. Not to mention "music" nowadays is FULL of sex and money and drugs and other shit. It's unnerving.
OKAY. I think I am done with my long rant about sex. . . .
Until next time (not ranting about sex next time, just next blog time..)
Just Me.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Why World Peace is Impossible. {At least, Why I THINK So}
I've never really thought about this before, but wouldn't it be cool if people all liked each other? Or maybe at least, is everyone was NICE to each other regardless of whether or not they liked each other. At first, I was like, HELL YES. But, then I thought, I am not sure the world would be able to handle that. I mean, we HAVE to have bad people and rude people. It makes us see the good people, and plus, I am not sure a world without some hate is possible.
Wars are just a fact of life, and people who bully others are also just a fact of life. I am pretty sure world peace is impossible. As much as it might seem to be the best thing for us (and I think we as humans all want some sort of peace) it could never happen. We would never let it become possible. My multimedia teacher said that if we took all the money we spent on war we could feed the entire world many times over. I guess world hunger isn't as important as fighting the latest war and making new technology for it.
But anyway, people can't always be nice. I try to be nice but even I can be a real bitch sometimes. Sometimes, without even noticing I'm being a bitch. It makes my friends mad, so I always try to watch it. But even I know that there are people in life I dislike. I try to give everyone a chance but there are people I cannot under any circumstances tolerate. Obviously, everyone else in the world has people like that. Plus religion and culture get in the way, so people could never really have peace. As much as everyone wishes and tries to make it possible, there will always be conflict. I am pretty sure all good things couldn't exist without any horrible things.
That is why world peace is pretty impossible..
Just Me.
Wars are just a fact of life, and people who bully others are also just a fact of life. I am pretty sure world peace is impossible. As much as it might seem to be the best thing for us (and I think we as humans all want some sort of peace) it could never happen. We would never let it become possible. My multimedia teacher said that if we took all the money we spent on war we could feed the entire world many times over. I guess world hunger isn't as important as fighting the latest war and making new technology for it.
But anyway, people can't always be nice. I try to be nice but even I can be a real bitch sometimes. Sometimes, without even noticing I'm being a bitch. It makes my friends mad, so I always try to watch it. But even I know that there are people in life I dislike. I try to give everyone a chance but there are people I cannot under any circumstances tolerate. Obviously, everyone else in the world has people like that. Plus religion and culture get in the way, so people could never really have peace. As much as everyone wishes and tries to make it possible, there will always be conflict. I am pretty sure all good things couldn't exist without any horrible things.
That is why world peace is pretty impossible..
Just Me.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Cheesecake. :) Love, and Ice Cream Cake. :D
Cheesecake is amazing. It really is, most of the time. I am not exactly a cheesecake fanatic, but I know that some cheesecakes are freaking delicious, and they make me really happy! Cheesecake is really good if it's chocolate, or with strawberries. I really want to try to make one of these glorius creations, but I know I would probably fail and be sad. In fact, I'd probably ruin cheesecake for the entire universe.
Ice cream cake is GOD. I love ice cream cake. I do not have a clue who first thought of ice cream cake or even who first thought of cake, but whoever it was, I really love them. Now pie is better than normal cake, I do admit, but ICE CREAM CAKE, is freaking EPIC! It is ICE CREAM in CAKE FORM! I mean, what else can someone ask for?
There is chocolate pieces, ice creamy type 'frosting' and fudge! It's a dream come true. It really is. Nothing in life is better.
Except maybe true love. But only because true love is freaking awesome. I mean, if you love someone, you can have a whole bunch of fun feelings that sometimes only being utterly insane will give you! Either being insane, doing drugs, or just having a disease. :P I mean, hearts skipping beats is scary. Think about it. What if you saw someone you loved and your heart was beating insanely and plus someone scared the shit outta you? You might have a heart attack. ON THE OTHER HAND, it gives you an incredible rush. Ice cream cake is good for a lot of things, but it definitely can't make a person feel less lonely. Especially after you eat it and it's all gone. Then you feel sad because you are lonely WITHOUT ice cream cake.
Love > Ice Cream Cake > Cheesecake.
Translation:
Love wins.
Ice cream cake is GOD. I love ice cream cake. I do not have a clue who first thought of ice cream cake or even who first thought of cake, but whoever it was, I really love them. Now pie is better than normal cake, I do admit, but ICE CREAM CAKE, is freaking EPIC! It is ICE CREAM in CAKE FORM! I mean, what else can someone ask for?
There is chocolate pieces, ice creamy type 'frosting' and fudge! It's a dream come true. It really is. Nothing in life is better.
Except maybe true love. But only because true love is freaking awesome. I mean, if you love someone, you can have a whole bunch of fun feelings that sometimes only being utterly insane will give you! Either being insane, doing drugs, or just having a disease. :P I mean, hearts skipping beats is scary. Think about it. What if you saw someone you loved and your heart was beating insanely and plus someone scared the shit outta you? You might have a heart attack. ON THE OTHER HAND, it gives you an incredible rush. Ice cream cake is good for a lot of things, but it definitely can't make a person feel less lonely. Especially after you eat it and it's all gone. Then you feel sad because you are lonely WITHOUT ice cream cake.
Love > Ice Cream Cake > Cheesecake.
Translation:
Love wins.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Rant (finally). :D
Ohkay, so, I found something new to rant about. Books.
Today I am going to rant about books and how reading is important and how NO ONE nowadays reads anything on paper. If you are reading this blog, you are a great example of how our world is now an electronic one. You know, as opposed to years ago when our parents were in the foreign land of OUTSIDE, BOOKS, PAPER, and even *Gasp!* FACE-TO-FACE INTERACTION!
Scary, isn't it? I know. But today I am going to give you five good reasons to read an actual novel with chapters. Thanks to my new complete joy about my newest book in a series I recently fell in love with hitting the store shelves, I have discovered that most of my classmates don't really read books. This one guy in my english class chose a NOVEL for his independent novel study for FIVE WEEKS that was a mere 80 pages. Because, as he said, he didn't read much and didn't like not being able to watch something as opposed to having to imagine something.
I am losing faith in mankind, and so to solve this I am being a hypocrite and blogging about it. Maybe later I will write it down on paper and hang it on my wall so I don't feel so bad. ANYWAY, five good reasons to read a good long book. (Mine are usually 150 pages+..Try it sometime)
1. Reading makes your brain work, thus making you smarter. Instead of some blubbering internet idiot such as 'I TOTEALLY KNO WHT U MEN DOOD!' You get actual coherent speech. Example: 'I know exactly what you mean, I feel the same way myself.'
2. There is a book for almost every type of person out there. Seriously. I did research. (Browsed my school library) There are sports books, history books, books about people who cut themselves, happy books, love books, action books, mystery books, encylopedias for the nerds, and even books with some math.
3. When you watch movies or television shows you are constantly held back by what the visuals and the personalities represented in that period of time are. You cannot make anything up, it is against the rules. Whereas books actually ENCOURAGE you to make shit up. ALL THE TIME. You can have a debate purely on whether a character in a book would do something insane because usually the characters don't state things according to your exact specifications. Neither do TV shows but they get close.
4. When the power is out and you are crying because your computer doesn't work, BOOKS WORK. They need no electricity.
5. If you don't read ever, you may actually start to see signs of this suffering in school. Your brain is actually screaming at you angrily "READ A GODDAMN BOOK!!!"
Also, if you read, you will get a cupcake. :D
So, those were my five good reasons to read books. Please take note that I did this all from the top of my head and therefore, it probably isn't 100% scientifically accurate and it probably sucks. Carry on with your electronically addicted lives(I shall join you on that one).
Just Me. :)
Today I am going to rant about books and how reading is important and how NO ONE nowadays reads anything on paper. If you are reading this blog, you are a great example of how our world is now an electronic one. You know, as opposed to years ago when our parents were in the foreign land of OUTSIDE, BOOKS, PAPER, and even *Gasp!* FACE-TO-FACE INTERACTION!
Scary, isn't it? I know. But today I am going to give you five good reasons to read an actual novel with chapters. Thanks to my new complete joy about my newest book in a series I recently fell in love with hitting the store shelves, I have discovered that most of my classmates don't really read books. This one guy in my english class chose a NOVEL for his independent novel study for FIVE WEEKS that was a mere 80 pages. Because, as he said, he didn't read much and didn't like not being able to watch something as opposed to having to imagine something.
I am losing faith in mankind, and so to solve this I am being a hypocrite and blogging about it. Maybe later I will write it down on paper and hang it on my wall so I don't feel so bad. ANYWAY, five good reasons to read a good long book. (Mine are usually 150 pages+..Try it sometime)
1. Reading makes your brain work, thus making you smarter. Instead of some blubbering internet idiot such as 'I TOTEALLY KNO WHT U MEN DOOD!' You get actual coherent speech. Example: 'I know exactly what you mean, I feel the same way myself.'
2. There is a book for almost every type of person out there. Seriously. I did research. (Browsed my school library) There are sports books, history books, books about people who cut themselves, happy books, love books, action books, mystery books, encylopedias for the nerds, and even books with some math.
3. When you watch movies or television shows you are constantly held back by what the visuals and the personalities represented in that period of time are. You cannot make anything up, it is against the rules. Whereas books actually ENCOURAGE you to make shit up. ALL THE TIME. You can have a debate purely on whether a character in a book would do something insane because usually the characters don't state things according to your exact specifications. Neither do TV shows but they get close.
4. When the power is out and you are crying because your computer doesn't work, BOOKS WORK. They need no electricity.
5. If you don't read ever, you may actually start to see signs of this suffering in school. Your brain is actually screaming at you angrily "READ A GODDAMN BOOK!!!"
Also, if you read, you will get a cupcake. :D
So, those were my five good reasons to read books. Please take note that I did this all from the top of my head and therefore, it probably isn't 100% scientifically accurate and it probably sucks. Carry on with your electronically addicted lives(I shall join you on that one).
Just Me. :)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Hello, my name is: Betty. Today I'm blogging about: I don't know.
Ever think about letting go completely of all planning in life and just living from day to day, not caring what comes next? I have. Also, I've recently discovered that it doesn't completely work. In life there will always be a plan. Even if it's as simple as "Hey, maybe I should wake up." Planning happens all the time, even when we don't realize it. In biology, I'm learning about DNA and how EVERYTHING, every simple little thing, is controlled by a certain sequence of bases and sugars. Basically there's a pattern, that pattern makes certain proteins. Each protein then does all their different things in the body, and thus, you become you. You work the way you work because of proteins. You look the way you look because of proteins.
Obviously, you can't escape planning out your life because it's constantly being done and it's in your 'blueprint'. That being said, spontaneousness is also a big part of everything. When you have kids, the DNA they get and that is combined is all random. I try to live in the present and be spontaneous and not get hung up on details but that is so ME, it's not even funny. I am the type of person who feels like plans are important and if I don't have one, I am lost. But at the same time, I am completely okay with not having one if having one is more problematic.
Take my plan for after this final year of high school.
Step 1: Graduate.
Step 2: Some random summer job.
Step 3: Not a clue.
That's as far as I've gotten, because every time I try to go past that I can't decide on life or anything. I don't have a job, so it doesn't help. I can think of a few things I'd do after school, but no way to do it. Either I don't have the money and go back to needing a job or my mother tells me it wouldn't work and I go back to needing a job. So basically, my life's plan so far is to get a job. Pathetic. Really.
That said, most things in life that do not really require planning (or don't seem to) are actually twice as awesome as things that do. For instance, say you're family is driving along after a swim at some lake and see a sign for an ice cream place. You have to be home to make supper but you stop for ice cream anyway and get some, sitting together and laughing and having a great time. You don't even care that you need to make supper, and that you are spoiling it with your ice cream. (Can you tell I really want ice cream?)Those types of moments are what the world calls "priceless" and that are amazing in all their spontaneousness. I'd bet my favorite type of soda that no one would forget that day. I haven't forgotten when it happened to me.
Love is also something that happens completely out of the blue-usually with really bad timing-and screws everyone up. But at the same time, it's amazing. It's great, it's more than words can say. It's the closest thing this world has to magic, at least, that we know of. So when you think about it, planning and being spontaneous are both essential in life and our choices and how we choose to remember everything we do. So, be spontaneous, be organized. Make mistakes, fix them. Be human, and learn. Life is all about learning.
I guess I said it best about two or three weeks ago with my BFF.
"I'm going to plan spontaneously."
Just Me.
Obviously, you can't escape planning out your life because it's constantly being done and it's in your 'blueprint'. That being said, spontaneousness is also a big part of everything. When you have kids, the DNA they get and that is combined is all random. I try to live in the present and be spontaneous and not get hung up on details but that is so ME, it's not even funny. I am the type of person who feels like plans are important and if I don't have one, I am lost. But at the same time, I am completely okay with not having one if having one is more problematic.
Take my plan for after this final year of high school.
Step 1: Graduate.
Step 2: Some random summer job.
Step 3: Not a clue.
That's as far as I've gotten, because every time I try to go past that I can't decide on life or anything. I don't have a job, so it doesn't help. I can think of a few things I'd do after school, but no way to do it. Either I don't have the money and go back to needing a job or my mother tells me it wouldn't work and I go back to needing a job. So basically, my life's plan so far is to get a job. Pathetic. Really.
That said, most things in life that do not really require planning (or don't seem to) are actually twice as awesome as things that do. For instance, say you're family is driving along after a swim at some lake and see a sign for an ice cream place. You have to be home to make supper but you stop for ice cream anyway and get some, sitting together and laughing and having a great time. You don't even care that you need to make supper, and that you are spoiling it with your ice cream. (Can you tell I really want ice cream?)Those types of moments are what the world calls "priceless" and that are amazing in all their spontaneousness. I'd bet my favorite type of soda that no one would forget that day. I haven't forgotten when it happened to me.
Love is also something that happens completely out of the blue-usually with really bad timing-and screws everyone up. But at the same time, it's amazing. It's great, it's more than words can say. It's the closest thing this world has to magic, at least, that we know of. So when you think about it, planning and being spontaneous are both essential in life and our choices and how we choose to remember everything we do. So, be spontaneous, be organized. Make mistakes, fix them. Be human, and learn. Life is all about learning.
I guess I said it best about two or three weeks ago with my BFF.
"I'm going to plan spontaneously."
Just Me.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
I honestly have no idea why I am posting. I have nothing to say.
Today I have a question for the world.
Why the hell does no one ever see how amazing they are? Every single person on this goddamn planet has something amazing and special about them, everyone has some sort of awesomeness to them. It's sad no one can see it. Not even I can see the greatness in me. Anytime someone compliments me, I automatically say "not really but thanks." Or I go against what they said. And when I compliment people, a lot of them will do the exact same to me. So why the hell don't we think so? Is it just some stupid phase people go through at some point in time where they think they are worth nothing? Right now I am actually having a slight argument with GF over the fact that I am ugly and stupid and fat and not awesome. She says I am. I say she is. She says she's not. What the fuck is wrong with the world?
I realize I am swearing a lot here, but I actually just want to throw things and scream and cry and freak out. And smack myself in the face for writing all this when I don't even see the good things in myself. Growing up I've heard a lot of things about me. Those being: You are stupid, you are clumsy, you are getting fat, you are ugly, you are too weird, you aren't good enough, you're beautiful, you're amazing, you're funny, you're smart, you're epic. The good things were definitely never said enough. I think the bad things were sad maybe 100x more than any good thing, and by many different people. This is my excuse for the way I feel about myself. And maybe in time I can get over all that shit and see myself as somewhat cool or awesome, but for now, I still don't. At least not all the time.
And neither do half the girls I know. Heck, even half the guys I know think they're not as awesome as others. I blame the media. Seriously. All the media does is spit out images of The Perfect Woman and show us pictures of Equally Perfect Men. I don't get it. Why the fuck doesn't the media show the REAL WORLD?! The real world consists of people who are fat, skinny, in between, slightly curvy, beautiful, breathtaking, not so beautiful, and not so breathtaking people. And yet the media teaches us all that if we aren't just like the people they show us, we aren't worth anyones time. Not to mention bullying at school. In junior high I think I learned that I was worth absolutely nothing, and I still have some of that mentality today. Wanna know why? Perfect pretty pampered gorgeous girls. And all their stupid friends, and perfect boyfriends. Once you get to high school, there are ten times more of them. And then they turn on each other, and no one thinks anything of themself anymore since the media and their friends have all shown them how "horrible" they are.
We all seriously need to change the way we think of each other, and quick. Or soon, we'll have a lot more people who get depressed or commit suicide or become 'sluts' because of low self-esteem. Take a look around. Every single person you see is beautiful, each in their own seperate way. Get used to it.
Just Me.
Why the hell does no one ever see how amazing they are? Every single person on this goddamn planet has something amazing and special about them, everyone has some sort of awesomeness to them. It's sad no one can see it. Not even I can see the greatness in me. Anytime someone compliments me, I automatically say "not really but thanks." Or I go against what they said. And when I compliment people, a lot of them will do the exact same to me. So why the hell don't we think so? Is it just some stupid phase people go through at some point in time where they think they are worth nothing? Right now I am actually having a slight argument with GF over the fact that I am ugly and stupid and fat and not awesome. She says I am. I say she is. She says she's not. What the fuck is wrong with the world?
I realize I am swearing a lot here, but I actually just want to throw things and scream and cry and freak out. And smack myself in the face for writing all this when I don't even see the good things in myself. Growing up I've heard a lot of things about me. Those being: You are stupid, you are clumsy, you are getting fat, you are ugly, you are too weird, you aren't good enough, you're beautiful, you're amazing, you're funny, you're smart, you're epic. The good things were definitely never said enough. I think the bad things were sad maybe 100x more than any good thing, and by many different people. This is my excuse for the way I feel about myself. And maybe in time I can get over all that shit and see myself as somewhat cool or awesome, but for now, I still don't. At least not all the time.
And neither do half the girls I know. Heck, even half the guys I know think they're not as awesome as others. I blame the media. Seriously. All the media does is spit out images of The Perfect Woman and show us pictures of Equally Perfect Men. I don't get it. Why the fuck doesn't the media show the REAL WORLD?! The real world consists of people who are fat, skinny, in between, slightly curvy, beautiful, breathtaking, not so beautiful, and not so breathtaking people. And yet the media teaches us all that if we aren't just like the people they show us, we aren't worth anyones time. Not to mention bullying at school. In junior high I think I learned that I was worth absolutely nothing, and I still have some of that mentality today. Wanna know why? Perfect pretty pampered gorgeous girls. And all their stupid friends, and perfect boyfriends. Once you get to high school, there are ten times more of them. And then they turn on each other, and no one thinks anything of themself anymore since the media and their friends have all shown them how "horrible" they are.
We all seriously need to change the way we think of each other, and quick. Or soon, we'll have a lot more people who get depressed or commit suicide or become 'sluts' because of low self-esteem. Take a look around. Every single person you see is beautiful, each in their own seperate way. Get used to it.
Just Me.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Sometimes thinking just makes my brain cry and me feel the need to type.
Time for another rant. The first thing I am going to say is that I have a loverly cold (loverly being used sarcastically, of course) and headache, and my eyes are bothering me today. I have some crazy eye disorder called Iritis. It basically makes my eyes light sensitive WAY more than normal. I don't want to get into details so if you'd like to know more Wikipedia has a whole accurate entry on it. But if this blog is jumping around a lot, than it's just because my brain is foggy and I have cold pills in my system.
What's the topic of this rant? I can give you the answer in one word. Friendship. This rant is going to be long, unless I stop thinking of words to describe my feelings on this topic. Let's just say I've had quite a few bad eggs in my life.
I'm honestly not sure if I have a real concept or main idea of what friendship is anymore. I've heard a lot of people say friendship is knowing that if you needed anything, they'd be there. Or how often you see each other outside of school. My global history teacher last semester said you know someone is your friend by how much they'd be willing to do to help you. Like, say I got kicked out of my house. His point was that my real friends would be the ones asking me if I would stay with them. Or if I needed a shoulder to cry on, my real friends would be there. I half agree with that. Friends are the people you know you can count on,If I needed an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on, they'd try to help. But half of the people I consider my 'friends' honestly I don't think would take the time to listen to my problems. Either that or in their head they'd be thinking of how much I whine about things that are stupid. Other people have worse problems than I do, etc.
My old friendships, excluding one from elementary, never lasted. If I were to think back to old best friends whom I used to think I couldn't live without, I could probably list at least five. But somehow, as you have fights or as you grow older, you go your separate ways. For me, it was mostly because either they back stabbed me, I made them angry and never really got a chance to fix it before they were gone, or they just moved away never talking to me again until it was too late. In grade 7, I made new friends, but by this point I was mostly just waiting for them all to fall apart. Sometimes I catch myself still in the train of thought that certain friends don't actually even like me.
Miraculously, I still speak to my friends from junior high. Or, at least, some of them. Not often, but I do still speak to them. And not on bad terms, which I somehow find awesome. But back to my rant. I think friendship is all mostly about give and take. If someone is your friend and needs you, you are there for them. One day, they will return the favour. And if they don't return the favour, they're not exactly your friend. I have a lot of trust issues because when I was young I used to trust any friend I had with everything in my life. Everything. If my mom and brother had been fighting like usual, my friends knew. If my sister had made me want to go bang my head against a wall, my friends knew. If my mom had made me feel bad because of a mistake I made due to clumsiness, my friends knew. It was with this knowledge that most of my friendships fell apart.
Either my 'best friend' at the time told too many people my secrets and made me become a loner for a period of time, or they thought I was just whining and told everyone I was a baby. Either way, I learned not to get too close or tell people too many things. Junior high in my brain is full of probably the worst memories I can have from when I was younger. In junior high I decided that trust would go to only those who never gave me a reason to distrust them. And whoever didn't spread rumors about me or make fun of me. This happened a lot as kid for me. So in junior high I made new friends and had some fun times.
I think it was my grade 8 year that was the worst. I had finally begun to open up, realizing that my friends were here to stay, and feeling like maybe opening up was the smartest choice here. I had just gotten back from my first time(and my last) seeing my dad that I can remember. My mother and I by this point fought almost everyday, and then if we weren't fighting my brother was fighting with her. Basically, my house began to be a war zone. I told my friends everything. They listened intently, and told me how they thought I could help. Eventually I began to feel better and reach out more. Becoming a bit more like I am now, more outgoing. As I made more friends who seemed to genuinely like me, I became more fun. I got a boyfriend whom I trusted with everything I had. You know what it's like in junior high and you find love for the first time. I thought this would last forever.
Some friends of mine back stabbed me shortly after, not such a big surprise. I seemingly got over it and didn't care; inside, I was back to my guarded untrusting self. My list of people I trusted narrowed down quite a bit. The next big thing that happened, I got news that my boyfriend had been cheating on me. We broke up for about a week. During that week we talked a lot about things, and why he cheated on me. He had admitted that he had cheated twice. I felt my brick walls build right back up leaving me where I was at the beginning of all this. Somehow, I forgave him and took him back. This was the third chance I'd given him. The first time we broke up was because I got annoyed and it only lasted like a day. Anyway, long story short, we went back to being a happy couple and I let him back in. Happy ending? No. He shattered my trust yet again, by (no surprise) cheating on me. We broke up for good, and he moved away. Leaving me without a real chance to get over him. All I know is that for some reason, it's easier to get over someone when you have to push through seeing them everyday. My house was returned to it's war zone state, with me and my mother fighting over the smallest things that I didn't like even leaving my room. Grade 9 for me is what I call my 'dark ages'. I was truly in a hole that I let hardly anyone see into. Some of my 'best friends' from back then would claim they knew everything, but they only knew what I let them know. Trust for me was a concept I could only ever dream of being a part of again.
Now, high school is better. I have a lot of so called friends, and amazingly, about three people I trust one-hundred percent, and the rest are pretty close to being at ninety percent. Basically, the point of this rant was what is friendship anyway? I want to know why people often back stab their friends, or act two-faced. I want to know why honesty and loyalty seems like such a bad thing. Because personally, I could use some honest and loyal people. I have a few, but for me, most of the friends I have are only acquaintances. Not to mention I don't let them get past that point. I am trying my best to get better with this trust thing, but I really just don't see a point. Everyday I try to open up more. And I sometimes half succeed. I guess my main concept of friendship, if I even can claim this as a definition of the word, is if anyone has seen me really cry or if I've trusted them with a secret, no matter how hard it was for me to tell them, they are my friend.
Although, it's not all bad. Friends are people you can be your complete self around, and that feeling is amazing. :) I have found someone who managed to break down my walls in as little time as seven days, and honestly, this gives me hope. Maybe someday soon I can let those walls down and show people who I truly am. For now, I am stuck ranting on the internet. For some reason, it's so much easier than in real life.
Until next time,
ME! :)
What's the topic of this rant? I can give you the answer in one word. Friendship. This rant is going to be long, unless I stop thinking of words to describe my feelings on this topic. Let's just say I've had quite a few bad eggs in my life.
I'm honestly not sure if I have a real concept or main idea of what friendship is anymore. I've heard a lot of people say friendship is knowing that if you needed anything, they'd be there. Or how often you see each other outside of school. My global history teacher last semester said you know someone is your friend by how much they'd be willing to do to help you. Like, say I got kicked out of my house. His point was that my real friends would be the ones asking me if I would stay with them. Or if I needed a shoulder to cry on, my real friends would be there. I half agree with that. Friends are the people you know you can count on,If I needed an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on, they'd try to help. But half of the people I consider my 'friends' honestly I don't think would take the time to listen to my problems. Either that or in their head they'd be thinking of how much I whine about things that are stupid. Other people have worse problems than I do, etc.
My old friendships, excluding one from elementary, never lasted. If I were to think back to old best friends whom I used to think I couldn't live without, I could probably list at least five. But somehow, as you have fights or as you grow older, you go your separate ways. For me, it was mostly because either they back stabbed me, I made them angry and never really got a chance to fix it before they were gone, or they just moved away never talking to me again until it was too late. In grade 7, I made new friends, but by this point I was mostly just waiting for them all to fall apart. Sometimes I catch myself still in the train of thought that certain friends don't actually even like me.
Miraculously, I still speak to my friends from junior high. Or, at least, some of them. Not often, but I do still speak to them. And not on bad terms, which I somehow find awesome. But back to my rant. I think friendship is all mostly about give and take. If someone is your friend and needs you, you are there for them. One day, they will return the favour. And if they don't return the favour, they're not exactly your friend. I have a lot of trust issues because when I was young I used to trust any friend I had with everything in my life. Everything. If my mom and brother had been fighting like usual, my friends knew. If my sister had made me want to go bang my head against a wall, my friends knew. If my mom had made me feel bad because of a mistake I made due to clumsiness, my friends knew. It was with this knowledge that most of my friendships fell apart.
Either my 'best friend' at the time told too many people my secrets and made me become a loner for a period of time, or they thought I was just whining and told everyone I was a baby. Either way, I learned not to get too close or tell people too many things. Junior high in my brain is full of probably the worst memories I can have from when I was younger. In junior high I decided that trust would go to only those who never gave me a reason to distrust them. And whoever didn't spread rumors about me or make fun of me. This happened a lot as kid for me. So in junior high I made new friends and had some fun times.
I think it was my grade 8 year that was the worst. I had finally begun to open up, realizing that my friends were here to stay, and feeling like maybe opening up was the smartest choice here. I had just gotten back from my first time(and my last) seeing my dad that I can remember. My mother and I by this point fought almost everyday, and then if we weren't fighting my brother was fighting with her. Basically, my house began to be a war zone. I told my friends everything. They listened intently, and told me how they thought I could help. Eventually I began to feel better and reach out more. Becoming a bit more like I am now, more outgoing. As I made more friends who seemed to genuinely like me, I became more fun. I got a boyfriend whom I trusted with everything I had. You know what it's like in junior high and you find love for the first time. I thought this would last forever.
Some friends of mine back stabbed me shortly after, not such a big surprise. I seemingly got over it and didn't care; inside, I was back to my guarded untrusting self. My list of people I trusted narrowed down quite a bit. The next big thing that happened, I got news that my boyfriend had been cheating on me. We broke up for about a week. During that week we talked a lot about things, and why he cheated on me. He had admitted that he had cheated twice. I felt my brick walls build right back up leaving me where I was at the beginning of all this. Somehow, I forgave him and took him back. This was the third chance I'd given him. The first time we broke up was because I got annoyed and it only lasted like a day. Anyway, long story short, we went back to being a happy couple and I let him back in. Happy ending? No. He shattered my trust yet again, by (no surprise) cheating on me. We broke up for good, and he moved away. Leaving me without a real chance to get over him. All I know is that for some reason, it's easier to get over someone when you have to push through seeing them everyday. My house was returned to it's war zone state, with me and my mother fighting over the smallest things that I didn't like even leaving my room. Grade 9 for me is what I call my 'dark ages'. I was truly in a hole that I let hardly anyone see into. Some of my 'best friends' from back then would claim they knew everything, but they only knew what I let them know. Trust for me was a concept I could only ever dream of being a part of again.
Now, high school is better. I have a lot of so called friends, and amazingly, about three people I trust one-hundred percent, and the rest are pretty close to being at ninety percent. Basically, the point of this rant was what is friendship anyway? I want to know why people often back stab their friends, or act two-faced. I want to know why honesty and loyalty seems like such a bad thing. Because personally, I could use some honest and loyal people. I have a few, but for me, most of the friends I have are only acquaintances. Not to mention I don't let them get past that point. I am trying my best to get better with this trust thing, but I really just don't see a point. Everyday I try to open up more. And I sometimes half succeed. I guess my main concept of friendship, if I even can claim this as a definition of the word, is if anyone has seen me really cry or if I've trusted them with a secret, no matter how hard it was for me to tell them, they are my friend.
Although, it's not all bad. Friends are people you can be your complete self around, and that feeling is amazing. :) I have found someone who managed to break down my walls in as little time as seven days, and honestly, this gives me hope. Maybe someday soon I can let those walls down and show people who I truly am. For now, I am stuck ranting on the internet. For some reason, it's so much easier than in real life.
Until next time,
ME! :)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Just thoughts.
Quick intro to me: You can call me...Well I am writing this anonymously so I shall call myself Betty. That seems like an okay plan. Continuing onward: I am 17, I go to public school. I am a leo, my favorite color is purple. NOW, onto my attempt at deep thinking. Brace yourself.
Today I found myself wondering if things really are all completely chance or coincedence. I agree that we make choices that affect our lives, and that our own choices create our luck or (in some cases) misfortune. But I do occaisonally wonder if maybe fate to an extent does exist. Maybe some things in our lives are fated to be, or maybe karma is in play here and when we do something good we are rewarded with something just as good (or maybe better) than what we have done. Maybe our lives are outlined for us, and we just fill in the details. For example, let's say I am definitely going to break my arm when I am five. Now, fate is directing my life toward that monumental moment, but the details of how , why, when, where, all of that is up to me and my choices.
Sometimes I wonder if this is how all our lives work. Maybe it's all too complicated to even put into words. Maybe it's a bit of fate, a bit of our own choices, a bit of karma, and a bit of chance; all mixed into the crazy, wonderful, imperfectly beautiful mess we call life. Mistakes are made to show us which way we were supposed to go all along, and maybe I am just crazy and need some sort of medication. That could indeed be it. However, I shall continue my crazy rant, just to get all these ideas out there. Maybe someone will find them slightly interesting.
I believe that having regrets is just another form of wishful thinking. I don't believe in having any regrets in life. If you think about the past, all your mistakes, what you did wrong or what you wish you could have done instead, you will wind up forgetting that life is all about what is going on NOW. The point of life is to make mistakes, and to learn from them. Everything you did at one point was EXACTLY what you wanted. You can't say, "I don't know what I was thinking," because you do. You just aren't happy with the result. And if you are that unhappy about the past, you should probably move on and start trying to make your future something amazing. Because if you keep living in the past, you will forget about the present, and your future in turn will suffer.
If you pay attention to the present, cherish every moment, or even just take time to slow down and think, you will be able to make your future amazing. We all have so much to be thankful for, just not everyone can see it. People spend all of their time complaining about things that are so trivial it's funny. I know, because I complain more than I really should, about such stupid things. Yet sometimes I cannot make myself appreciate the good things I have. Things like a person I love more than anything, amazing friends, mostly awesome family, my health (mostly), a place to live, food to eat, clean water to drink, I go to school when there are people in the world who can't. There are so many more things I can't even start to list them.
When I really think about it, I have no reason to be unhappy. I've got every reason in the world to be happy and thankful, and to live life as if every moment is my last. I am going to try to do exactly that. I am going to try to live my life everyday, as if I could be gone at any moment. I am going to love and show people forgiveness if they do not deserve it, I am going to tell everyone everyday how much they mean to me, and I am going to laugh whenever possible.
Oh, but wishful thinking is totally acceptable. Just not wishful thinking of the past. You should always have hopes and dreams, or wishes that seem impossible. Because even if you do not quite get what you wanted, you could get something better.
I'm going to stop now before this really gets far too long. Again, I could be completely crazy. Let's hope not.
Today I found myself wondering if things really are all completely chance or coincedence. I agree that we make choices that affect our lives, and that our own choices create our luck or (in some cases) misfortune. But I do occaisonally wonder if maybe fate to an extent does exist. Maybe some things in our lives are fated to be, or maybe karma is in play here and when we do something good we are rewarded with something just as good (or maybe better) than what we have done. Maybe our lives are outlined for us, and we just fill in the details. For example, let's say I am definitely going to break my arm when I am five. Now, fate is directing my life toward that monumental moment, but the details of how , why, when, where, all of that is up to me and my choices.
Sometimes I wonder if this is how all our lives work. Maybe it's all too complicated to even put into words. Maybe it's a bit of fate, a bit of our own choices, a bit of karma, and a bit of chance; all mixed into the crazy, wonderful, imperfectly beautiful mess we call life. Mistakes are made to show us which way we were supposed to go all along, and maybe I am just crazy and need some sort of medication. That could indeed be it. However, I shall continue my crazy rant, just to get all these ideas out there. Maybe someone will find them slightly interesting.
I believe that having regrets is just another form of wishful thinking. I don't believe in having any regrets in life. If you think about the past, all your mistakes, what you did wrong or what you wish you could have done instead, you will wind up forgetting that life is all about what is going on NOW. The point of life is to make mistakes, and to learn from them. Everything you did at one point was EXACTLY what you wanted. You can't say, "I don't know what I was thinking," because you do. You just aren't happy with the result. And if you are that unhappy about the past, you should probably move on and start trying to make your future something amazing. Because if you keep living in the past, you will forget about the present, and your future in turn will suffer.
If you pay attention to the present, cherish every moment, or even just take time to slow down and think, you will be able to make your future amazing. We all have so much to be thankful for, just not everyone can see it. People spend all of their time complaining about things that are so trivial it's funny. I know, because I complain more than I really should, about such stupid things. Yet sometimes I cannot make myself appreciate the good things I have. Things like a person I love more than anything, amazing friends, mostly awesome family, my health (mostly), a place to live, food to eat, clean water to drink, I go to school when there are people in the world who can't. There are so many more things I can't even start to list them.
When I really think about it, I have no reason to be unhappy. I've got every reason in the world to be happy and thankful, and to live life as if every moment is my last. I am going to try to do exactly that. I am going to try to live my life everyday, as if I could be gone at any moment. I am going to love and show people forgiveness if they do not deserve it, I am going to tell everyone everyday how much they mean to me, and I am going to laugh whenever possible.
Oh, but wishful thinking is totally acceptable. Just not wishful thinking of the past. You should always have hopes and dreams, or wishes that seem impossible. Because even if you do not quite get what you wanted, you could get something better.
I'm going to stop now before this really gets far too long. Again, I could be completely crazy. Let's hope not.
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