Little Children

Children amaze me every day. I teach 4 year old's and I learn so much through them. They have not been tainted by society in most cases. Their imaginations are completely active and bright. They know when to be afraid and they look for guidance. They laugh and dance as if no one is watching. Nothing is truly embarrassing unless you care what others think.

I headed to the gas station last night and was amazed to see a little girl watching me closely. She looked  at me like she knew who I was and like I was a close friend. Like when little children see Mickey Mouse in Disneyland. I was completely enchanted by her stares. She began to wave quickly when she noticed me noticing her. I waved back and smiled, and to my surprise she began to seem within a dream. It was strange but I felt like she knew of my potential and could see past my scowls as the price rose to fill my tank. Her dad gathered her up and they left. Not without her eyes forever burning into me.

Always listen to the young of heart. They seem to always be uplifting and noble.
We can learn much from them.

Happy Holidays!

Stopping Time

Isn't it amazing that right when life gets to be the busiest, the body always manages to get sick within your moments of weakness?

While we are sick time seems to slow. Everyone around you is working hard and thoroughly through the day while we lay and ponder. Not even just thoughts, more like searching our souls. After all, you have to lay in bed all day. My as well get something done.

Some of our most troubling adversities can be solved within this train of thought. God loves us and wants us to be happy. When we are getting to be too busy to even remember to look around, he will take us down. Allowing us to admire our lives and realize things are not as bad as seemed.

Listening to the leaves fall and collect on the concrete outside the window. Listening to the stillness all around. Listening to our Heavenly Father whisper sweet things to us. I feel invincible.

Nothing can stop me.
I have learned a lot while down.

Us Mormons

Honestly?
I was attempting to study up on the election when I stumbled across this page:
http://www.votingforjesus.com/

This is THE silliest thing I have read about my religion in A LONG time.
I really hope no one listens to this person preach about something they know nothing about!
Man.... I've had my good giggle for the day. :)

Yes, I am a Latter Day Saint of Jesus Christ or otherwise known as Mormon.
I'm sorry but we do not believe ourselves to be a cult.
Even after listening to people call him a lunatic, I do believe that Joseph Smith was nothing shy of magnificent.
We believe that the gospel was taken off from the earth for a while because the people of the world were unable to believe. Joseph Smith converted countless lives and brought our religion back.
If people thought he was really evil why would he not change the name of the church after himself? No one would have known!
We are "The Latter Day Saints" because we are in the latter days.
From not drinking alcohol, not doing drugs, girls only piercing their ears one time, boys not piercing their ears, no coffee products, watching out for caffeine, food storage, and the unspoken not having sex until we are married in the temple. GASP! Yes!! We do not have sex until we are married. Crazy right??

We love to hear about our church through others! So this article I came across made me pity the people who would think such about us! We're really not that bad. :)

Like one comedian said, "Mormon's ain't so bad. If I have yard work to be done, I just put it off for a week or so. Because then they will get to it as a service project so I don't have to!"

Want to learn more??
CLICK ON ME:
http://mormon.org/
It can't hurt and no one has to know. ;)

Newly Found Freedom

Why is there so much pressure to go to school immediately after high school??

I do understand that if you stop going to class it makes it harder to go back. It is just unfortunate that kids will go to classes and have no idea what they want to do with their lives. There are so many opportunities out there for us to give a shot. It's difficult having such a short amount of time and paying a lot of money to go to college where you have to decide.

I got caught in the rush and decided to go to nursing school. I have been doing prerequisites for a year now and have been trying to experiment along the way.

Last November I found a passion for acting for film. It gave me a rush every time I did it. I did however, begin to shy away when I realized it is not an industry for people of my faith. I will keep trying that while I go to school.

I also am very artistic. I have a little schooling behind me that supports my arts but not a significant amount. There is no money in it. Or so I thought. I recently found out about special effects makeup. Hopefully I can try this field out as well while I go to school.

We need to remember that there are so many things to try before we get too caught up.

I want a career I will be happy with.
I want a career that I can get excited about.
Open your eyes and experiment.

Find your freedom.

Smile Towards The Devil

Nothing is impossible. So why do we make it seem so?? Isn't it a miracle that we are able to live??

My life has not been the hardest to live by any means, but I have been able to learn through my hardships: Go to college, you won't regret it. Live happily. Look to the future but never forget to admire the present. Never quit smiling. Regrets are necessary, learn form them. Jump at opportunities as they come. Do not think twice when it comes to making others happy. Remember to keep yourself happy as well. Stay in tune with God, life will be much better that way. ETC.

When young, I made a choice to stand up to those hurting, even if they couldn't stand themselves. I made friends that way, and was also made fun of. This is a decision I will never regret. I lost my confidence and grew into a hostile environment. Only because I made my environment that way. I loved the image of life, but wished there was something better for me out there. I began to be bullied through middle school. I lost my hope, I had no friends, I was living in my daydreams. Through this act I learned to grow into myself. I stopped caring, I stopped listening, I looked towards the future.

I cherish the fact that I was bullied because through my bullies, I was able to bloom. Now I am able to see people's true beauty. I am able to feel their anguish. Their hopelessness. I am able to try to help them.

One day I will own a charity.

..One day..

Plasticity

   It's interesting to see people break. They either cope and float. Or they do not. At the time in their life their problems seem to overtake them. Flooding the happiness out and replacing the soul with a cold watery person. They cannot see the light. They cannot find true happiness. Everything seems done. As it continues to climax, numb is what you become. All around you people are walking past. Never asking, never helping. As if standing in a busy street and having others pass by. Never even noticing the hole we seem to place ourselves into.
 
   We continue to reach for help in our minds, but never quite letting it release from our lips. We suck it in like a poison. It beats and scratches at our veins. But we'll never ask. Nothing is wrong, no one can fix me. We slowly fade out of reality. Living in a daydream. Wishing earnestly that we could slip away into our new life. Daydream, daydream, daydream.. Building, building, building..
 
   Finally, we break. The pressure is relieved. We've hit rock bottom. We cannot sink any lower. There is no where else to fall. Being alone is a reward. Reaching for our dreams, for we cannot descend anymore. Higher and higher we climb. We have the chance to make our daydreams reality. Reaching and inching. Grasping every handhold available. Until we slip. No help is offered.
 
   We make and break ourselves far too often. Learning to create ourselves. Who we are. What we believe. And whether we climb again.

A constant cycle.

Chubby and White

Isn't it interesting that when thinking about the word chubby and white, we usually are programmed to think UGLY and HIDEOUS? 

Back in the early years chubby and white showed wealth and importance.

You were white because you had enough money to hire individuals to work for you.

The workers were tan because of extensive sun exposure.

Chubby was iconic for "well fed". Usually the chubbies had more than enough food for their families.

Skinnies worked themselves to the bone so that their children would not starve. 

It's extremely curious that we now believe that tan and malnourishingly-skinny is true beauty.

I have been blessed with the gift of being able to see true beauty. It truly is a blessing from God.

We as individuals need to reprogram ourselves into seeing this beauty.

I have found that the easiest way to do so is to create a simple habit:

EVERY time you see someone and you automatically begin to judge them (I't just the way our brains work sometimes), think of 3 things positive to say about them!

I tried this out with my boyfriend. At first it began as a "Well she has nice hair" to, slowly but surely, "She seems to have a lot on her shoulders". Sympathy. That sympathy will help you to be able to feel grateful. Through being grateful you will begin to love yourself. You need to see beauty in yourself before you can see beauty in others.

JUST TRY IT!

3 Quick Kind thoughts about others. 

That's it.

Imagine our world when everyone is beautiful.

Inner Demons

Most nights I tend to remember 3-4 of my dreams. It is a daunting task to write down each dream with each remarkable detail. Only the ones that stand out most make it onto paper. As was last night's dream..

My friends and family along with myself, are sitting in various picnic tables at night. I believe we are celebrating something big. Through the laughter and smiles, I am mentally taking note of the happiness that is being spread from one individual to another. All of the faces illuminated by hanging lanterns. After a few minutes I notice the scene growing quiet. As I look towards the darkness figures slowly make themselves seen. Their faces are twisted in horrible agony. My brain cannot fully comprehend what I am staring at. I do believe however these beings are demons. The crowd of gloom slowly disperse themselves to the tables. They surround each table and begin spreading their message of eternal sadness and hatred by murdering each individual not strong enough to fight them off. I note that every person dying was unable to put their trust in god and his eternal plan. They are fearful of death. One by one they fall before us. My loved ones, gone forever.

When my table is approached I will not give in to the fear. I slowly begin to sing aloud any song that can come to my mind. The demons begin to stab me with their various sickles and knives, but none can puncture me. They slowly become thin as air, as each blow towards me turns to a smoke. I quickly spread the word, but not fast enough. By this time I have lost nearly half of my crowd. All I want to do is protect them and keep them safe. But by not believing that God is almighty, they perish.

Many of us run into a nearby home. Multiple fall in the battle. We enter the home and spread to each room. I take a room upstairs. The room is large, as is the home. The demons begin to bang on the locked door. I sprint to the bathroom and lock the door behind me just as I hear the explosion in the other room. The door has splintered to pieces. I push into a shower that is made of clear bricks and a small glass door. I curl into a ball as I sing to myself, my voice growing hoarse. Tears begin to warm my face as I realize how many people I have lost. What am I going to do when the demons surround the shower? What will I do when they realize there is no roof to this shower? The bangs grow louder as they make their way through the bedroom towards the bathroom. I can feel a warmth upon my back. I look to see where this is coming from as I notice the large window above the toilet. I quickly run and fumble the glass open. I climb through just as the demons begin to crack the bathroom door. I am running across the rooftop and climbing ever higher as I jump from house rooftop to rooftop. I however get to the end of the row of homes. I'm trapped in the corner about 50 to 60 feet up. I turn around and this time feel ready to battle. My voice grows louder and louder as the sun comes up. This will be the battle of my life. It's my turn to show my love to God. I begin to sing church hymns.

Then I wake up.

Anyone want to help me decipher this dream?? It terrified me a lot last night.

God is great. God is good. Let the storm come.

By Force

Forcing people into things is not always a wonderful thing to do. For one, you're taking away their free agency (the ability to choose), also whether it is "necessary" or not will always result in people disagreeing.

We need to be reminded that we should not force anyone into anything unless completely, without a doubt necessary. If they are hurting themselves or others you need to intervene. If they are doing things which could ultimately change their lives negatively forever, tattle. It is as easy as that.

Find your voice and speak up. Too many are falling too quickly. By being positive and a bit controlling, we are able to change the world in a better direction.

Regrets

 People whom say they have no regrets I honestly believe are most of the time lying. Unless you are on your death bed, or are on some wonderful "happy" pills, we as individuals find it difficult to come to peace with the fact that we are not perfect. Sometimes we tend to make mistakes that are simple and easy to fix, but most often each mistake is bigger and more effective negatively on us which turns to a regret. It would definitely be wonderful to have no regrets, but we use these regrets as building blocks. One by one we inch ourselves away from the initial regret.

 It is always difficult to not look back on rough times and see the opportunities we either missed or messed up. We just need to make a note of it and lock it away in our brains. We need to train our brains into forcing us to jump at opportunities and stop living in the tomorrow. Because everyday we are breathing and aware is a perfect miracle.

Sheep

I have to say, it's difficult to not speak up when everyone is bending and breaking. Be original people, stop following the leader. You're not little kids anymore...


As a Mormon (Latter Day Saint) girl I have to say, today's society is bogus. Honestly, why cant' people be themselves without other's spitting knives? I try my hardest to be an example, people are catching on but not as many as i'd like. 


In today's society, everyone seem to be sheep. Not many are able to be individuals, and have brains for themselves. Many who are able to think wash it away with various alcohols. People, STAND STRONG. No more quitting and giving in. It hurts me every time I witness a friend slip under that line, unable to return. There is help, but it can't be given until sought for. 

"Who aims at excellence will be above mediocrity; who aims at mediocrity will be far short of it." [Burmese saying]

 Thousands upon thousands of times I have listened to other's tell me that I am out of line for dreaming big. Why do people feel the need to tell others that they're not allowed to pursue their goals in life? I have found that only the selfish feel the need throw down other's hopes. For years I had listened to these monsters, my dreams had been crushed.

 That is why I have been so grateful to find a quote that expresses my feelings: "Who aims at excellence will be above mediocrity; who aims at mediocrity will be far short of it." [Burmese Saying]
 Once one has realized they have their own life to live. Life will feel wide open, no barriers will be able to hold you back.
 What else could you possibly do in this life? Life is a gift, why not enjoy it? I don't know about you, but I want to enjoy every day that I am breathing. Be grateful for the small things, and your fears will begin to melt away. It makes it easier to approach your dreams with reality.
 Become stoic and nothing will seem impossible. Close to everything is nearly impossible when you ponder about life. It's a miracle that things run smoothly everyday. We could be dead over and over again in every scenario. Never let anyone tell you that you can't do something. They just need to see your spark for life and they'll begin approaching their dreams differently.
It's never too late. You're never too young or too old to live your dreams. "It's always the best possible time to get at your dreams." [Clayton Thomas]

Nouveau départ.

"Once you've ruined your reputation, you can live quite freely."

 Why do beings search for approval from others? Why would such a beautiful world contain something as potent as self destruction? One of the hardest lessons to learn in life, is to recognize how to escape the negativity. To learn how to pass every day without falling victim to the acrimony.

 My temporary solution:

"Once you've ruined your reputation, you can live quite freely." -Why take life seriously? You live once and when it's over, why be the one begging to start fresh? If an individual is able to live with complete freedom-nothing to hold them back, they will greet death gracefully. Their life has been lived in full. 

 Never be afraid to ruin your reputation-your way of life, new doors open. Period. Nothing will be able to hold you back from reaching your full potential. After all, no one makes it out of life breathing. Although many are able to conclude their life living. They never stop trying new objectives. Conquering new hurdles. They just simply move on, and pick up from where they left off.

 I never want to stop living my life. I like being myself, and not worrying what others think. It is my life to live, others need to learn to start living their own. Eyes will unfasten. They will enjoy their own nirvana and awakening.

Ново начало.