I’m a vegetarian.
I’m a vegetarian.
Give me pain if that’s what’s real. It’s the price we pay to feel.
We pray for children
I forget how much the 11 o’clock news depresses me. There is so much hate and turmoil in this world with not enough good to counteract it. Women raped, 2-year-old murdered, terrorists surgically implanting bombs in their bodies to instill fear in the public. How are we expected to remain hopeful in the face of all this terror? As a child, I never could imagine the limitless capacity people seem to have for hatred and malicious intent. What keeps me going even in the darkest of days is the knowledge that I’m not alone and good will prevail. That sounds exceptionally cheesy, but if it’s not the truth, then what are we living for? There may be pain in the night, but joy must always come in the morning. Hope for God and hope for humanity. That is how I am able to wake up every morning with a smile on my face and walk down the street with hope in my heart. So I pray for all the lost souls. All the hopelessness and sadness that has been accepted as the human condition. And I smile as I think of what I could do with my life to change the destiny of just one person. Because, in the grand scheme of things, life is beautiful.
He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20
The fuzz. The blur of everyday life. The things you see everyday and never bother to notice. The constant mumble of society, the world around you. Make it silent. Focus. Get rid of all the background noise. Quiet the static.
I just reread everything I’ve ever written on this tumblr. It’s quite a thrilling experience, having the same revelations again. I would equate it to finding deeper and deeper meaning every time you read scripture. It’s simply magical. A feeling so entirely unique, you have to experience it for yourself to realize the full magnitude of its worth.
The birds are chirping and the grass is green. I long to feel the grass between my toes and the sunlight on my nose. Wear long skirts and necklaces made of cloth. Be free of the confines of school and dance for hours on end.
I suppose all that I write has probably been written before, and the photographs I post have been taken before. But… I enjoy this.
I have a deep love for intellectually stimulating conversation.