We all have a voice and the chance to speak. But we can't always determine how well others listen. Sure, this blog started as an assignment for my writing class, but it became something more. Oftentimes we begin doing things without knowing the impact they will have. Most of the time when people think of influence, they imagine the change they can bring about in others; while this is important, the most substantial change that can occur is the enlightenment of our own lives. We can change who we are. It's easy to get caught up in wanting to influence a plethora of human beings, but in the end all you have is you. And are you happy with you? This blog became a part of me. I'm planning on continuing to verbalize my corner of the universe via my blogging body. And I'm pleased with my results. I’ll continue to live long after Writing 150 is over and far beyond the short-term acquaintances that may soon forget me. I am not forgotten as long as I remember, and what better way to recall my mangled memories than to write and read them often?
I find it interesting that there are certain undeniable truths which can be expressed via more channels than just LDS members. I find it outrageous that there are certain pockets of people within our church who discriminate against others upon the basis of religion. They make pointed remarks contradicting other faiths whose members have had enlightening experiences just as they have had. Sure they can be different, but just because someone isn't a member doesn't make them inherently bad. There's this "them vs us" complex invented by members and its presence in the church is disheartening, really. The only difference between "them" and "us" is the fact that we have the saving ordinances--we have the full truth. A lot of us were blessed to be born into it! How on earth does this make us any better than them? Instead of finding fault with other religious people, we should see them exactly as who they are: a child of God. They're not a project or some lost soul--they're simply lacking the knowledge and covenants that we possess, and we have the opportunity to share with them. If someone does not understand certain principles and feels overwhelmed by the information we have, resulting in their choice to remain unaffiliated with the church, that isn't cause to forget them. This life is about people. We're here to learn and grow and we do so in different ways and times. I want people to be as real with me as possible. I hate the frilly, fleeting feelings. Talk to people because you're genuinely interested about them and their story, not because you want to fill a "member missionary" quota. Have I stressed this enough?
https://www.lds.org/media-library/video/2014-10-220-elder-dallin-h-oaks-highlights?category=october-2014-general-conference-highlights&lang=eng
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I want to be blanketed by an endless canopy of stars, enveloped by the wisdom of the universe and its ever-swirling galaxies. I want to spend a sleepless night discovering and rediscovering constellations and the man in the moon. I want to abandon the world and its trivial, superficial cares and just be. Life isn't perfect; it wasn't meant to be. Life is a collection of the ups and downs, a heartbeat pattern. The low times prove that you're alive. It is the flatline that is worrisome. The stars are billions of years old. They have watched us spin around in circles, always revolving around the sun. They have seen wars, love, hate, peace. They have witnessed the human race progress, digress, and stand still--it is in those still moments, surrounded by the tranquility of silence and stars, that we realize life is more than us. That we grow outside of ourselves. It is then when we become inspired. The night sky is a dark canvas of knowledge speckled with the experiences and light of the stars. So connect the dots. What is it that you see?
It's true that everybody tries to put their best foot forward. We try to show the best parts of ourselves by nature. We don't want people to know that we are human make mistakes. We're guarded, hiding the undesirable traits and facts about ourselves. But I think the most beautiful parts of us are the scars, the pains, the dark places. In all reality, it is these things that define who we are, not the flawless masks we present to society. It's the scars that tell the stories. The dark times and the pains we've endured are, in essence, the definition of us. They prove that we are growing and learning; they show that we can heal. You never know who somebody is until you have shared who you are with them. Very choice people know the trials you're enduring and it is them who are the closest to you. We've been injured, we have scars. And we hide them from the world, convincing others that we are a flurry of wonder when all the while we are really just trying to prove to ourselves that we are worth it. We are harsh on our choices and personalities and flaws. We must learn to love the scars and the change we've encountered. And we have to love even the scary parts of others because we are all survivors, everyday. And how will somebody love all of us if we condemn some parts of them? We make mistakes, but when we learn from them they can flourish into something beautiful.
Being alone is empowering; the stillness of the air allows peace of thought and deep personal understanding. It fills the crevices of our broken soul with a painfully soothing remedy: time. But you can't live alone forever. You, at one point or another, have to depend on somebody else for survival. No matter how self-sufficient we think we have become, we owe the world we have to our God who gave us life. He blesses and prospers us in ways we cannot fully recognize. For are we not all beggars? He carries us through those trials we fear we cannot surpass and, in order to strengthen us, he even pushes us a little farther than we are stubbornly willing to go. No matter how we may try to repay our Father in heaven for the blessings he bestows upon us, he turns around and blesses us again tenfold. We are forever indebted to him. If we, imperfect beggars before the mighty God, can become heirs to his kingdom, why shouldn't somebody else? It's time for the hopeful message of the gospel to reach those who may feel frozen in time and all alone. I'm here to tell you that you are never alone and Christ is silently enduring every pain, sorrow, and sickness that befalls you upon this lonely journey on earth, whether you realize it or not. You are important. You are more important than you realize.
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I wander, aimlessly traipsing far beyond where I have ever before been. The woodland is my solace. I notice little things: the morning sunlight radiating through the looming trees and reflecting dully from the glossy leaves; the crunch of various sized and shaped twigs precariously perched beneath my clumsy feet; the splendor of song swelling from a lone bird aloof in the mess of branches far above me; the loose, crumbly texture of bark at my explorative fingertips that somehow manage to feel everything in sight, as if touch was the only way to feel alive; and the sweet, fresh scent of morning encompassed by the aura of Mother Nature.
The wilderness is home. I close my eyes and just breathe. I breathe for clarity. I breathe for inspiration. I breathe to prove that I am still here, that I am still living--as if every breath of all-natural, homemade plants' breath oxygen will cure any ailments that befall me. I lift my still-closed eyes toward the sky, allowing the sunshine to dance freely across the surface of my skin. Solitude is my everything. Social graces are nothing. Here, in this moment, surrounded by the simplicity of nature, nothing else matters but this reality. Various thoughts go whirring in and out of my consciousness, slamming my mind in a flurry of haste that causes the timeless serenity of my world to falter. For a brief second, I panic as my mind begins to release its grasp on the here and now, the dirt and trees and babbling creeks and sunshine. I lower myself to the dirt-strewn, critter-made path, allowing the dust to settle on my skin and inside of me, quieting my brain. Again, I allow myself to just breathe, to slow it all down, to simply be without care. Because here, in the bliss of exploration, I see...the wild is free. This wild is me. I am whom I choose to be.
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It rained here all afternoon. And it made me want to dance. I was trapped inside working, but through the window I watched with wonder at the swirling grey clouds and listened intently to the constant pitter-patter of droplets on the rooftop. The simplicity of the storm triggered something inside of me. And I couldn't help but smile and laugh and sing. Something about the rain frees me.
When nothing else can bring me to life, the pounding of the sky's tears can grapple the deepest parts of me and yank them to the surface. In those moments, I want to be able to fly. I want to drift toward the all-consuming, angry clouds and watch them create their split-second attacks. I want top feel the heat of the moment, feel the deafening crack of electricity and be at one with the workings of Mother Nature's splendor. I wish I could watch everything up close and personal, in slow motion. I want to feel the looming animosity of recoiling thunder waves. Thunder is disheveling to the soul. But I could listen to it forever, feel its ultimate power tear through my frame. I want to experience the workings of everything around me in a way I don't know and can't even appreciate with the way I'm living now. The pounding of the rain on pavement rattles my brain and tousles my thoughts. But the storm has such an affect on me. Almost like it has the power to make me one with the earth surrounding me. The rain is all-encompassing. Freeing. It's like the weather knows me better than I know myself. Like it can fix me.
Rain is mystifying, intense, erosive, pure. If you allow it to, it can wash away all doubts, fears, pains, insecurities. It can make you feel alive. Rain is magic, and dancing in rain is liberating. I never want to see the rain as dull, depressing, or disorienting. For me, rain will forever be a solace from the struggles of everyday living.
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I love writing. Sometimes I hate it, like when I'm required to write a substantially long and boring paper for school. But even still I enjoy it more than an alternative activity.
While I'm a decently quick keyboarder, my favorite writing is done by hand. Letters are my go-to for writing, an outlet for stress and worry.
Missionaries are the best correspondence to such letters. They are filled with spiritually uplifting advice and counsel, and better yet---they actually enjoy getting them. Currently I am writing nine missionaries weekly (via email, that is! Actual postage is expensive...) and every Monday is a spiritual feast. An Elder in England actually introduced me to the candle/flame/thought/vs./action analogy. Letters I send are like journal entries that receive positive commentary. Through writing consistently, I have gained many personal insights from dear friends and come to life conclusions that I would have never reached on my own.
12:06 AM
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High school is funny. Growing up is comical. Life is hysterical.
In high school we label others in relation to our perception of the world. As we age, we (not-so-surprisingly) discover that everything we thought we knew was remarkably ethnocentric. Yet when we encounter high school acquaintances, our original judgments of their character resurface and manifest themselves through our subconscious. We're biased because of memories that taint our viewpoint that we thought had changed. Why is it so easy to digress to moments of former misunderstanding? Relationships are complicated while also being extremely simplistic and fundamental to society.
Notes to self: If somebody labels you one way, they'll see you as that forever. They'll never see you completely for who you are, only what they perceive you to be on the outside. You can never please them. Perhaps you'll never please anybody you'd like to. Move on with it. Don't let that define you. You are exactly what you choose to be, even if nobody sees you... the real you. Don't believe what everybody says. Everybody lies. Be comfortable on your own skin or never feel comfortable. Do things you like, for you'll be criticized no matter what you do. You are worth it. Only you and God know exactly who you are, so leave them to speculate among themselves. Be strong because what they say doesn't matter; they'll never know you anyway.
The fact that we will likely never comprehend exactly who another person is is astounding. People are mysteries; we are secrets waiting to be undiscovered. There will always be something somebody doesn't know about us, however small. We simply cannot portray to somebody else every part of ourselves. But it is thrilling to be unveiled as a masterpiece in somebody else's eyes. We're all masterpieces with a history. We all have secrets. And some are better left forgotten.
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Incentive: You guys are all able to put out this candle. The power of positive thinking will be on our side here. What you need to do is work together, all of you have to countdown and think as hard as you can that the candle will go out and if you plan it out well enough, you'll have a chance to put out the flame. After lighting the candle, convince everyone to be absolutely silent and, on the count of three, to speak in their minds the words "flame, go out." The trick is to emphasize the power of positive thinking. After about 10 seconds of the fire still burning, pinch it out and deliver the following thought: no amount of positive thinking was EVER going to extinguish that candle. What was required to put out the candle was work, the action of pinching out the flame. When we receive instruction and counsel for us to learn something, we have to act. No amount of positive thinking is EVER going to effect a change on the physical world around us if we don't act on those thoughts.
We are told regularly how important family history work is, and many times this topic has been discussed in this class. A lot of times we hear what people are saying, but we don’t listen. It’s easy to avoid the monotonous repetition of the counsel to “do family history work!” and justify why we aren't involved in it. The most beneficial thing we can do for ourselves is to do something, regardless of how in-depth it is.
After class one day, I had the strongest impression to record my family’s stories. I called my grandparents and set up a time to meet with them and write their stories into the FamilySearch website. While it was a bit more difficult than anticipated, the time I was able to spend with them and the memories that are recorded for generations to come are well worth it.
One of the largest mantras in this class was the theme of stories. We have the resources necessary to complete family history, and the history of our families begins with stories.
11:34 PM
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You never know what somebody is capable of until they start lashing out when they're wounded. Sometimes we don't even know our own limits until we draw a fine line between right and wrong and see if we cross it. Every action has a consequence, and in a fit of insecure rage we could burn all of our bridges and twist a scoffing blade deep into the heart of somebody's soul. We may think ourselves incapable of such vicious deeds, but every person has enough of an impact to do just that. It is when we encounter difficult situations that our true character is unveiled; would you lash out like a wounded animal if somebody had hurt you? Sometimes I just want to destroy and destroy and destroy, but I'm a good girl. And we have to keep up with appearances. But eventually our appearances will not be able to keep up with us, and we will have to decide where it is that we stand.
4:18 PM
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Oftentimes I wonder if we are more infatuated by the fictionalization of the lives we lead from the viewpoint of our imaginations than we are by the person we profess to love. We're good at overthinking things. We create our own, personal versions of how situations are: everything is exactly how we want it. But when something bends out of shape, steps out of line, or changes in the slightest, our misinterpreted perceptions shatter. We fall in love with the chase, we obsess over the story. We are more focused on the effects certain circumstances will have in our lives than we are on the actual love we have for others. Essentially, we live lies. Lies told softly to us by our own rampant imaginations and expectations that have no hold on reality whatsoever. We fall in love with the situations of others long before we realize how lucky we are in our situations. And far too often, when we finally unravel ourselves from these alternate states of mind, we miss what's right in front of us. Or we realize that we missed out on opportunities to truly discover what real love is. All because we were too busy trying to create false fantasies far from anything that was ever real.
4:12 PM
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Be beautiful, they said. Beauty is everything, they told us. If you're beautiful you're loved, they lied. What is beauty? A trap. A figment of imagination. Why is everyone so obsessed with how people look? Being beautiful doesn't mean that you know how to do your makeup, or were born with perfect skin, or have the best clothes. Being beautiful doesn't have anything to do with your body or what people can see of you on the outside. Beauty--however cliche this is--can't be deemed by the way somebody looks. Being beautiful is defined by the way you act, by the soul you are. The point at which someone stops being beautiful is when they are consumed with themselves, particularly their own "being beautiful." Pride is, was, and always will be the downfall of humankind. Only when we learn to love and respect others will our own beauty be manifested. "Beautiful things don't ask for attention." And indeed, they don't.
11:18 AM
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I will always and forever be young at heart. Honestly, I'm a goober who finds humor in puns & awkward moments. I could never be rid of my childlike mannerisms. Now, that's not to say I cannot be mature, because that would be entirely false. I just believe that life without gusto, laughter, and blind faith is a life without true happiness. If we could see the world through the eyes of a child, the opportunities would be limitless. We would love more, judge less, forgive often. Growing up is just a way to ensnare us human beings into leading a "normal" life. And who wants that? I want adventure. Being a child forever will satisfy that need, even if I stay where I am right now forever. Children are constantly discovering new things. They invoke intrigue. Without kids, we would be completely blind to the world around us that is so ready to be rediscovered.
My senior year of high school I had an English teacher who changed a lot of my perspectives about what my life really is. One time she showed us this random, hardback book that, upon opening, enthralled us all. Instead of using the book in a traditional manner (reading it), she had taken it with her on many adventures and filled it with a new kind of art. She had sketched faces of people she met, allowed others to draw in it, taped random findings from her adventures, and basically made this book a reflection of her life. I found it a wonderful prospect. Accordingly, I went to DI and found this little book to implement similar tactics.
There are always ways to enhance the way you see the world around you.
My senior year of high school I had an English teacher who changed a lot of my perspectives about what my life really is. One time she showed us this random, hardback book that, upon opening, enthralled us all. Instead of using the book in a traditional manner (reading it), she had taken it with her on many adventures and filled it with a new kind of art. She had sketched faces of people she met, allowed others to draw in it, taped random findings from her adventures, and basically made this book a reflection of her life. I found it a wonderful prospect. Accordingly, I went to DI and found this little book to implement similar tactics.
There are always ways to enhance the way you see the world around you.
11:06 AM
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I didn't really know what to expect prior to attending BYU. I had heard college was different, better even, than high school, but nobody explained to me how it differed. I had been vaguely enlightened by the comment that for every hour of class attended, you would have 2+ hours of homework. That was daunting. Still, I scheduled six classes and hoped for the best.
I feel like, in this moment, I am a sinner in a confession. My (imaginary) blog readers are my pastor equivalent. And I have a lot to confess concerning the reality of my university experience.
1. College actually feels almost identical to high school except for the fact that half the students are married and the other half are scouting out potential future spouses. Ugh.
2. I got really lucky this semester because my workload isn't an overload.
3. LearningSuite is frustrating, but without it I would be blindsided on MANY assignments.
4. There is a class I should be close to failing, but since the average student scores a low C grade, the class I should be most worried about seems to be a class I will be able to pass. #CurvesSaveYou
5. People hardly ever look--let alone smile--at you. That is probably one of my biggest pet peeves about the college atmosphere. Honestly, just because I made eye contact with you doesn't mean that I want to have your children. Simmer down, everybody.
6. At any given moment you could meet somebody who changes the course of your existence. Sounds cliche, but it's true. Merely taking a different route, offering a hello to the person sitting beside you in class, or attending an irregular event on campus can have a long-standing effect on your experience.
7. Being out on your own elicits extraordinary thoughts and ideals in everyday life. I've had a lot of time to walk and ponder and I've learned just how delicately balanced the reality of our lives are.
8. Grades are important, but just because you bomb a test doesn't mean you fail; failure is deemed only by refusing to gain knowledge. The true measure of success is proven when you apply lectures to your everyday life. If you feel educated, you have not failed.
9. Roommates are like family: be sure you make an effort to like them.
10. When classes are 50 minutes long, it is incredibly easy to develop a shortened attention span.
8:37 AM
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I had a lot of questions going into this October 2014's General Conference, some crucial to be answered and others...not so much. I've had a lot of people tell me to write down all of my questions before Conference and pray about receiving an answer through the sessions. This was the first time I had done this. While the speakers addressed some of the larger questions, I didn't quite feel like I grasped a full contextual answer for all of them. Now, of course, all of the sessions were wonderful and I learned a lot from each, but I was getting hung up on my questions. Then came along Neil L. Anderson Saturday Afternoon to drive a point home: I can receive answers in many ways than just one. During his address I was taught a lot by him, but even more so by the spirit, which I think is the case nine times out of ten. Neil L. Anderson successfully evokes the presence of the Holy Ghost, surprisingly, by logically approaching the topic of receiving answers.
Elder Anderson spoke of the controversy surrounding Joseph Smith and his ministry. There are many whose testimonies concerning Joseph aren't rock solid and are easily swayed by outside sources whose information and perception of certain aspects are likely skewed. Elder Anderson said that, as a church who began from asking questions, we welcome honest and genuine questions! (Frankly, I have many doctrinal questions that I'm not sure can be answered to me anytime soon, but I tend to--as President Uchtdorf said--doubt my doubts before I doubt my faith.) If we seek answers with faith and real intent, God will provide answers. He always does! One of my favorite quotes was the following: "Spiritual questions deserve spiritual answers provided by God." He listens to us and responds. However, the answer is dependent on God's timing and sometimes it's not necessarily what we're expecting or want to hear.
I learned that just because everyone else is finding answers one way, that way might not be the best way for me to find mine. In order for me to fully understand certain concepts and to ensure that the major (and minor!) decisions I am making in my life are compatible with God's plan, I have to put forth more effort than I am currently. I can't just write down questions and expect all of them to be handed to me on a silver platter--though sometimes God mercifully hands us blessings whether we expect them or not.
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Do stories of others really influence us in our everyday lives? Absolutely. We are a collaboration of every storyline we have ever encountered. Movies, books, memories--they all define us. We are all engrained with ideals and thought processes derived from shared stories. So could hearing a parent's high school story actually change our lives? Yes, if we listen. We make connections with various stories and subconsciously discover patterns from the past in action in our own lives. The more we share with somebody about our lives, the more we trust them and vice versa. Naturally, sharing personal experiences with those we love will not only deepen our gratitude for them, but increase our love for them as well.
But don't take my word for it. Check out the research behind the logic.
Below are links to the research done by Marshall P. Duke, professor at Emory University.
11:02 PM
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The most intriguing knowledge Elder Bednar prophetically identified was that the numbing effects of technological advances can be likened to digressing back to experience living much like premortal existence. I believe that because of technology, we are living 2D lives.
Our culture is one built upon movies, music, social media, texting, and other technological graces. It is through media that most of us make connections with other people--from having a common favorite movie or band, to following somebody on Instagram who we would have never encountered otherwise, to discussing happenings on the news, among countless other possibilities. We spend a large majority of our time staying connected to everyone and everything that is going on around us, but we do so through a medium that inhibits our ability to feel: technology. I am entirely guilty of this way of life. Far too often I find myself thinking that the events transpiring in front of my eyes are a movie, that I'm only watching the story unfold and not necessarily participating actively in the opportunities that are presented before me. I get caught in the monotonous, repetitive lifestyle that is so easy to lead. I forget that I am living in a multi-dimensional world.
Realizations come from small things: waking up and seeing the mounds of sheets skewed about at different elevations, noticing the depth and layers each object occupies, how my eyes can focus on the folds closest to me or look past and see the crumples faraway; sitting in a canyon with a dark yet glowing canvas of speckled sky above me, each section of atmosphere withholding its splendor, hiding the beauty of swirling galaxies and infinite worlds with depth and growth far beyond my comprehension; prowling through the billion blades of uniquely cultivated grass, feeling the brush of nature caressing my skin as I take upon myself a wolf-like, horse-like persona whilst children shriek with delight at the bizarrely blissful situation and my mind reels with how simplistic life really is.
We use technology, cell phones especially, as a means of escape. Whether it is intentionally or subconsciously, we replace fully immersing ourselves into the world around us with living vicariously through the screen. So we do not feel as deeply as we are capable of feeling. We live two-dimensionally, becoming desensitized to every sensation except a buzz or notification and the rift it creates inside of us. We all want to feel alive, but without our natural curiosity paired with ACTION, we can never be satisfied. Satan knows this and cons us into believing that such pitiful practices involving social media and electronic communication are more important than creating real, tangible relationships with those we can connect with face-to-face in mortality.
We are placed on earth to be experience life firsthand so we can discover the intensity of feeling things so ardently. Our distracted state of mind is a tool the adversary uses that so easily besets us all--we revert back to a familiar state of being. If we take Bednar’s advice and protect our minds from the numbing work of Lucifer, we will learn as intensely as we were destined to.
See Elder Bednar's messages below:
Things as They Really Are
Sweep the Earth as with a Flood
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