Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
An Essay I wrote a while ago.
I recently stumbled across this essay I wrote, and thought it was one of my better essays. So I'm posting it.
I have been asked to jot down my thoughts on life. Well, dear reader, I want you to know that it is nearly impossible to write down every thought about life I’ve ever had for three reasons; it would take to long; not everything I think is worth writing; and life changes so much and so my thoughts change depending on my mood. That said, I hope that you’ll excuse the somewhat wandering random approach I took with this essay.
As stated above my thoughts on life are ever-changing. Sometimes I think life is great and other times not so much. When I’m happy, life is great, when I’m not happy it isn’t. It’s as simple as that. I think that nothing can be assumed about life. For instance, I could assume that life is pleasant, but someone else could think that it’s rotten.
Life goes by too quickly, and yet it feels like it drags on forever. As an example, it feels as if I have lived here for years, but I have only been here for a few months. Likewise, a week can feel like a month. But then when you are dreading something, it comes up to quickly. When you are waiting for something, it seems to take forever to get there.
Life isn’t easy either. I’m not complaining and saying that it’s unbearable, just not easy. Half the time I’m either bored or apathetic. Some of the time I’m lonely. It’s strange that when I was young the biggest problem I had was not having a dog or some such trivial thing.
The problems I had when I was a young child are either resolved or forgotten. Things change little by little until you realize that you’re not the person you used to be. In some unexplainable way, you’ve changed. A lot of what mattered to me when I was six doesn’t matter any more. When I’m in college, some of the things that matter now won’t matter at all. My hopes, my thoughts, my dreams all change. Everything eventually changes.
Nothing in life is permanent. Eventually, everything will pass away. Things and people get older and wither down to nothing. Every moment that has passed is a moment that you can’t get back. The world keeps on spinning on and before you know it, you’ve grown up.
The future is a mystery. You can say that “Tomorrow I’ll do this,” but who knows what will happen tomorrow? Something drastic could happen that will change your life forever. You don’t even know if you will live tomorrow. That is up to God. We should learn to be content with today because who knows what will happen tomorrow, or even if there will be a tomorrow.
Even though this essay is about life, I think that I will touch on my thoughts about death too because death is a part of life. You are born, you live for a few years and then you die. And I need to make this paper at least a page long. So here goes.
The thought of death is somewhat frightening because nobody really knows what happens when you die. Yes if you are a Christian you go to heaven, but what really happens. Does the world go black? Can you feel your body shutting down? These are things that we will never know until we die.
I wish that I knew what exactly happens. I guess that’s part of life. Not knowing what happens next. It is not an altogether pleasant thought, but it does give one something to think about.
It is impossible, dear reader, to write an essay about life without at least mentioning God. So I will devote a few paragraphs to my thoughts on Him. I could go on and on, but not to bore you I will cut down my thoughts to about three paragraphs. This one doesn’t count.
God is Big. This, I know is the understatement of the year. Maybe it would be better to say that God is Titanic. I could come up with several synonyms for “Big”, but I’m getting off the subject. Think of it this way. God created time, so he exists outside of any sort of time frame. This means he is bigger than forever because he created forever. But that’s impossible because there is nothing bigger than eternity. So all this, I guess, to say that God is too Big and too Awesome to describe how big he really is.
God is the Creator. Take a look around you. Look at the trees, the animals the people. Everything is so complex and involved. Everything is so perfectly put together. Our planet Earth is in the exact position it needs to be for our survival. The chances of that happening out of chance are not high. If then, we are not some freak accident of nature, we must have been created.
God Loves us. I don’t know why but he does. He certainly doesn’t have to. And yet somehow He does. No matter how rotten you may be, God still loves you. He sent Jesus, His Son, who is also God to die for you. So God loves us enough to die for us. This is totally crazy because He is the God of the universe. It’s mind-blowing that He loves puny mortals like us.
So that’s it. My thoughts on life, death and an awesome God. I hope you liked it and I hope it didn’t bore you, and I hope you were able to follow it. There is more and maybe I’ll write it down sometime and maybe I won’t. This short essay was merely a glimpse into my confusing and sometimes confused heart. I know I hopped around a lot of subject to subject, and I hope you didn’t mind. My thoughts are usually muddled and scatterbrained so this essay was more organized than my thoughts usually are. Thank you, dear reading for listening.
I have been asked to jot down my thoughts on life. Well, dear reader, I want you to know that it is nearly impossible to write down every thought about life I’ve ever had for three reasons; it would take to long; not everything I think is worth writing; and life changes so much and so my thoughts change depending on my mood. That said, I hope that you’ll excuse the somewhat wandering random approach I took with this essay.
As stated above my thoughts on life are ever-changing. Sometimes I think life is great and other times not so much. When I’m happy, life is great, when I’m not happy it isn’t. It’s as simple as that. I think that nothing can be assumed about life. For instance, I could assume that life is pleasant, but someone else could think that it’s rotten.
Life goes by too quickly, and yet it feels like it drags on forever. As an example, it feels as if I have lived here for years, but I have only been here for a few months. Likewise, a week can feel like a month. But then when you are dreading something, it comes up to quickly. When you are waiting for something, it seems to take forever to get there.
Life isn’t easy either. I’m not complaining and saying that it’s unbearable, just not easy. Half the time I’m either bored or apathetic. Some of the time I’m lonely. It’s strange that when I was young the biggest problem I had was not having a dog or some such trivial thing.
The problems I had when I was a young child are either resolved or forgotten. Things change little by little until you realize that you’re not the person you used to be. In some unexplainable way, you’ve changed. A lot of what mattered to me when I was six doesn’t matter any more. When I’m in college, some of the things that matter now won’t matter at all. My hopes, my thoughts, my dreams all change. Everything eventually changes.
Nothing in life is permanent. Eventually, everything will pass away. Things and people get older and wither down to nothing. Every moment that has passed is a moment that you can’t get back. The world keeps on spinning on and before you know it, you’ve grown up.
The future is a mystery. You can say that “Tomorrow I’ll do this,” but who knows what will happen tomorrow? Something drastic could happen that will change your life forever. You don’t even know if you will live tomorrow. That is up to God. We should learn to be content with today because who knows what will happen tomorrow, or even if there will be a tomorrow.
Even though this essay is about life, I think that I will touch on my thoughts about death too because death is a part of life. You are born, you live for a few years and then you die. And I need to make this paper at least a page long. So here goes.
The thought of death is somewhat frightening because nobody really knows what happens when you die. Yes if you are a Christian you go to heaven, but what really happens. Does the world go black? Can you feel your body shutting down? These are things that we will never know until we die.
I wish that I knew what exactly happens. I guess that’s part of life. Not knowing what happens next. It is not an altogether pleasant thought, but it does give one something to think about.
It is impossible, dear reader, to write an essay about life without at least mentioning God. So I will devote a few paragraphs to my thoughts on Him. I could go on and on, but not to bore you I will cut down my thoughts to about three paragraphs. This one doesn’t count.
God is Big. This, I know is the understatement of the year. Maybe it would be better to say that God is Titanic. I could come up with several synonyms for “Big”, but I’m getting off the subject. Think of it this way. God created time, so he exists outside of any sort of time frame. This means he is bigger than forever because he created forever. But that’s impossible because there is nothing bigger than eternity. So all this, I guess, to say that God is too Big and too Awesome to describe how big he really is.
God is the Creator. Take a look around you. Look at the trees, the animals the people. Everything is so complex and involved. Everything is so perfectly put together. Our planet Earth is in the exact position it needs to be for our survival. The chances of that happening out of chance are not high. If then, we are not some freak accident of nature, we must have been created.
God Loves us. I don’t know why but he does. He certainly doesn’t have to. And yet somehow He does. No matter how rotten you may be, God still loves you. He sent Jesus, His Son, who is also God to die for you. So God loves us enough to die for us. This is totally crazy because He is the God of the universe. It’s mind-blowing that He loves puny mortals like us.
So that’s it. My thoughts on life, death and an awesome God. I hope you liked it and I hope it didn’t bore you, and I hope you were able to follow it. There is more and maybe I’ll write it down sometime and maybe I won’t. This short essay was merely a glimpse into my confusing and sometimes confused heart. I know I hopped around a lot of subject to subject, and I hope you didn’t mind. My thoughts are usually muddled and scatterbrained so this essay was more organized than my thoughts usually are. Thank you, dear reading for listening.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
It's been a while.
I haven't been on in ages. I've been sort of busy...and I sort of forgot about it, but now I'm back. There isn't much to say.....I just got back to school, and got a 93 on my first biology test! YAy me!
Actully, we got a foster kid. We'll call him Alai (my paranoia of giving away personal info is comming through again). Alai thinks I need a boyfriend.
Today is September elventh....so I suppose I should talk a bit about that. Well, I was in third grade when it happend. I didn't care. I mean, Good Gravy, I was a little kid. What does a third grader (or a fifteen year old for that matter) know about terrorism and death? I don't know anything about war. I dont' know anything about what happened on 9/11 really. I mean, I know the basics...I know what happened, but it didn't affect me at all then, and because I didn't care then, I don't really care now. I know it sounds heartless, and I wish I did have compassion. I didn't cry then, so I don't cry now...It's really quite maddning, and I wish I could grasp the tragedy, but being young and immature, I can't. Maybe some day I will be able to, or maybe having grown up in a world like this one, I'll be immune to compassion and hardened to tragedy. I hope I can change, and maybe I will....someday.
Actully, we got a foster kid. We'll call him Alai (my paranoia of giving away personal info is comming through again). Alai thinks I need a boyfriend.
Today is September elventh....so I suppose I should talk a bit about that. Well, I was in third grade when it happend. I didn't care. I mean, Good Gravy, I was a little kid. What does a third grader (or a fifteen year old for that matter) know about terrorism and death? I don't know anything about war. I dont' know anything about what happened on 9/11 really. I mean, I know the basics...I know what happened, but it didn't affect me at all then, and because I didn't care then, I don't really care now. I know it sounds heartless, and I wish I did have compassion. I didn't cry then, so I don't cry now...It's really quite maddning, and I wish I could grasp the tragedy, but being young and immature, I can't. Maybe some day I will be able to, or maybe having grown up in a world like this one, I'll be immune to compassion and hardened to tragedy. I hope I can change, and maybe I will....someday.
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