Sunday, January 31, 2010

What is a life without some kind of passion? Without passion there is no love. Without love there is no friendliness. Without friendliness or friends where would we be? We would be alone. I can't even begin to fathom that. Now don't get my wrong, I like some quality alone time - without it things would be bad! - but I could never handle being completely alone.

Back to the passion part though. What is passion in the sense of emotion? Webster's dictionary says this: a: the emotions distinguished from reason b: intense, driving, or overmastering feeling or conviction c: an ardent outbreak of anger. To me, passion is whatever moves a person to do what they love. This kind of passion is a motivator. Imagine the world void of all passionate people...pretty boring world, huh? Whatever your passion is (maybe music, writing, cooking, etc.) pursue it; because without that passion in the world to motivate someone else, bit by bit the world would become incredibly boring as a result of the passion that doesn't exist.

My passion was given to me by the One who created me. The One who breathed life into my lungs. It is the very least that I do whatever he has so given me to do. I will follow my passion wherever it may take me - as long as my Creator be glorified in what I do - and it may take me many a place. May I do whatever the Spirit leads me to do with the passion He has given to me.

"Love God with all your heart and then do what you want." St. Augustine

I love that quote. Because of the love I have for my Lord, my Savior, all I should be driven to do is glorifies Him.

Brianna

Saturday, January 30, 2010

My teacher challenged us to show her our emotion.


confusion; disorder; bewilderment

To feel is to believe, but if what we feel isn't worth believing in? What if what we feel doesn't exist? Is it cruel to toy with ourselves to the point of emotional turmoil over events that never happened?
Every kind of entertainment today and throughout history has sought to move us. The stories, sounds, concepts, and beliefs are all relayed to us in terrible, beautiful, and deep ways. They make us feel good, but are they hurting us at the same time? Is it somehow degenerative to get wrapped up in stories that go beyond the range of usual human activity?
Movies that address issues such as violence, loss, misunderstanding, fear and uncertainty, true love, and regret are very moving; we feel them in our soul. Those that fantastically involve discovery of other intelligent life forms in our universe or beyond wrap us up in the all-too-believable unreality of having to choose between one life and another: one's true love or one's true species. This dilemma cannot and will not come to pass; we are alone in the universe and do not have to choose between love and duty on such a level. Some people actually have to choose between love and duty in their lives, but none on such a violent and concentrated level as is depicted in films today. So, can forcing oneself into situations that mankind has never and will never experience actually harm us? Does it upset our emotional make-up? Can we somehow taint our real feelings by exhausting ourselves over inexistent phenomena?
Are the numerous songs about love, violence, and beauty feeding futile desires? Can a song about a suicidal game drive someone to the gun in an attempt to reach that dull yet sharp, sick yet fit, rich yet cheap, highly coveted emotional high: the emotional high that is so wrongly manifested as a positive through a song?
Is hurt good? Is it good to feel pain? Do we need to believe in something? Could we live without other people to count on? Does anyone ever really experience true love? Is there a person capable of valuing someone else's happiness above their own? Are we able to rejoice truly? Are there true moments of happiness? Do we feel anything for real? Does anyone understand us? Can we ever genuinely understand the feeling of another? Do we have the desire of faith necessary to comprehend our place in this universe? Are our motives ever completely devoid of debauchery? Is there anything good? Is there anything bad? Can one's heart ever be wholly dereft of anguish?
Of course we have questions; it's a mysterious world. But will our questions ever be answered? Will my heart ever rest? Will I ever find peace in this world? If not in this world, how so in the next? Is anything really meant to be understand at all? Will this yearning, this desparate seeking, this desire for discovery ever be unequivocally slated? Will my heart strings ever stop pulling my down? Can I ever get off the ground? Will the fluttering in my breast ever settle down and let me feel and know and see without a doubt, without confusion?

Lydia

Friday, January 29, 2010

May I be the change I wish to see in this world.
May I glorify my Savior in all I do.
These are my only desires.
-Brianna


I don't need to be pretty, I don't have to be exciting, but I want to exhibit the truth in the perfect way so that no one can ignore it.
-Lydia ( thinks herself wise but knows herself to be cool)



How does anyone make it through life without a soul sister?