What is Christmas? Presents? The tree and lights? The food...? Sure, all nice, materialistic, things. But, really, is CHRISTmas?
She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.
So, again, I ask: What is Christmas?
Not candycanes, icicles, or people rushing around a mall.
Christmas is the definition of LOVE.
ONE small CHILD was BORN to SAVE US.
People rejected them at their doors, they wouldn't make room, those people couldn't find room in their hearts to spare some space. Save one, who gave them a manger, to where our Lord laid.
Too many people forget that Christmas isn't about big dinners and opening presents or expecting things from everyone (which I know all of you expect things-even I do) , its about realizing that we're only here for a short time, and that we have to make due with it as best as we can. Celebrating the child who was born into this world, and who left it, shedding his own flesh and blood for all of us.
People...are selfish, so much that it almost makes me want to cry. To think that humanity...has lost its humanity. You expect more than you give. You envy more for what someone else has, then what you have. You think of what you didn't get, then for what you did.
Too many people don't believe. I can't change their minds, opinions, etc. But I can pray. I can have hope.
Everyone leaves. Whether by their choice or not. It sucks; and I may have never had a boyfriend, or experienced the things they sing about in songs or write about in books and in the movies; but that doesn't mean I have never had my heart broken. Its just a different kind. It still hurts just as bad though.
The beauty of life...funny thing about that... life slaps, bites, pinches, pokes, and gives us a run for our money more than once in our many years.
The beauty of life...funny thing about that... life helps, builds up, creates dreams, and picks us up more than once when we fall in our many years.
When we feel unaccomplished, that is our own fault. People now expect praise and rewards when they do something, instead of just simply enjoying the fact that they accomplished something. If you're doing something you love, don't expect praise, they're just ego boosters. If you're doing something and want people to praise you, then you must not love it a lot.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying praise is bad and we should live a life void of it. That is nonsense. I'm just saying that if you truly love to do something, create something, imagine something, then it shouldn't matter what people say to you; good or bad. You do it for yourself, not for other.
I write, because I can watch my dreams come to life. Now they have a heartbeat, a pulse, and many years ahead of them. Sure I feel like I let a person down with my fictional journal now and then, they just can't see what I see or something, I feel like "I could have done better." Then I realize I'm not writing this for them, I'm writing this for me. If they fall in love or fall in hate with my story then so be it. If a child continues to dream well into adulthood after reading something of mine, then that is jut a bonus. But the main thing is, I did it for me. Not to out do someone else, or get praise.
I get pinched, poked, bitten, slapped, and a run for my money. That doesn't stop me. Life is about learning.
OK...so I think I have fulfilled my monthly quota of being deep, meaningful, and completely and irritably cliche. I think I'm good for this month?
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I think I am finished..
Its just a bad day, not a bad life.
I'm curious... is that not the whole point?
When you're younger, say 5 or 6, you are curious as to what lays outside your front door. When you are 12 and 13, you are curious as to what lays outside your front door and if you will have any friends, and if they will be your best friend for the rest of your life. When you are 17 and 18, you are curious as to what lays past your driveway, if you will have any new friends in college, if they will be your life long friends, if you will pass, and if you will survive in the world once you graduate.
When you are 30+, you are curious as to where your marriage will take you, if your best friends are your best friends, and if your partner is one of your best friend or your enemy, you are curious as to if this is where you wanted your life to end up.
I'm curious....is that not the whole point? Is the answer to find out? I believe it is....but that's just me.
I mean, curiosity did kill the cat, and the cat did die, but not before he found out what he was looking for.