I must confess...
... that I absolutely love the month of December.
This month is filled with so much joy, and spirit, and love! And I love it. (Just thinking about it gives me a nice, warm, fuzzy feeling.)
Although December is so flipping awesome, it can also be very hectic and insane...
You see, December = Performing Arts to the MAX.
There are so many concerts and performances, auditions and rehearsals to be at. I just took a look at my schedule for December, which isn't even updated, and I have some kind of performance just about every weekend. But, the thing is, I love it. I love getting up on the stage and performing for the audience. One of the most satisfying feelings is to see your audience enjoy your performance.
I am very much looking forward to this year's December. I think I will try to appreciate the people around me more. Without them, I would be nothing.
Enjoy your December this year. Think of how blessed you are and remember to give the world's greatest gift to those around you - love.
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Saturday, November 29, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Confession Number Six
I must confess...
... that I choose not to think about life.
By this, I mean that I don't like to think about the meaning of life, or what may happen after life. I have not accepted the fact that we will never know. It is difficult to write this because I am so unsure as to where I stand on the meaning of life.
Are we just a species that has evolved like our science teachers tell us? Or is there a higher being watching our lives as we go? Is there even such a thing as science or a god? Is this some world that no one understands so they make up religions or theories to find comfort in? Or are we beings from a different planet or reality, watching a complex 5-D movie? (5-D meaning 3-D plus feeling touch and feeling emotions) Maybe that is a little abstract, but hey it could be true.
There is no way to know for sure. One must have faith that their beliefs are true. Faith is like trusting that when you sit in a chair, it won't fall over. Or knowing that when you open the window, the glass won't break.
I wonder if this is all real? What is the true definition of real anyways? I don't believe there is a true definition of real.
I do not like thinking this way because I am so unsure. I would find comfort in knowing what life really is. But if we knew the meaning of life, would it be any fun? Because all you would do is long for something outside of what the meaning restricts you to. For example, if Christianity were true, there would be many people, including me, wishing for Science or explanations of how we were created rather than just being created. Knowing that you don't know is hard to think about.
But contrary to what I just said, I love not knowing and having a free life. Running around with your friends never knowing how much fun you will have. If you know how much fun you'll have, then it won't be fun at all.
Wow. Don't oxymorons explain life so well?
... that I choose not to think about life.
By this, I mean that I don't like to think about the meaning of life, or what may happen after life. I have not accepted the fact that we will never know. It is difficult to write this because I am so unsure as to where I stand on the meaning of life.
Are we just a species that has evolved like our science teachers tell us? Or is there a higher being watching our lives as we go? Is there even such a thing as science or a god? Is this some world that no one understands so they make up religions or theories to find comfort in? Or are we beings from a different planet or reality, watching a complex 5-D movie? (5-D meaning 3-D plus feeling touch and feeling emotions) Maybe that is a little abstract, but hey it could be true.
There is no way to know for sure. One must have faith that their beliefs are true. Faith is like trusting that when you sit in a chair, it won't fall over. Or knowing that when you open the window, the glass won't break.
I wonder if this is all real? What is the true definition of real anyways? I don't believe there is a true definition of real.
I do not like thinking this way because I am so unsure. I would find comfort in knowing what life really is. But if we knew the meaning of life, would it be any fun? Because all you would do is long for something outside of what the meaning restricts you to. For example, if Christianity were true, there would be many people, including me, wishing for Science or explanations of how we were created rather than just being created. Knowing that you don't know is hard to think about.
But contrary to what I just said, I love not knowing and having a free life. Running around with your friends never knowing how much fun you will have. If you know how much fun you'll have, then it won't be fun at all.
Wow. Don't oxymorons explain life so well?
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