Life.

We all go through it—all suffer its pains and experience its joys, and some of us may think that we have more of one than the other.

There are some who are so overjoyed to be alive, always exclaiming that it’s a great day to live, smelling the flowers, enjoying the weather, smiling at everyone they see. They never seem to have a care in the world, ignorant to their surroundings, and most of us look to them and say, “Wow, what it would be like—how great my life would be—if I could only taste what theirs is. Their life with its utter perfection, it’s straight seams and lovely colors. No rips and tears to make it undesirable…”

And then there are others, those who never seem to understand what happiness is and can be. Those who look at the world and its ugliness, never seeing anything else. They see it’s filth, it’s poverty, the wars and contention and complain of how our humanity has failed us. But they never seem to do more than that; complain. And there are those of us who look at them and say, “Wow, to be like them—if my life were like that, I would not be able to live with myself. I pity these people, those who do not live life, who do not see it how I do. I will never be like them…”

Then there are the few, those very few, who have some how balanced the two out, seeing both good and bad in life. But they have found the equality in it; the place where happiness exists perfectly—that place where of course things go wrong because it is life, after all, but it’s alright, because everything has purpose. Everything happens to strengthen the person for good. Bad happens for good—happens to the best of us, to the strongest of us. These people, they experience true life. True happiness. They know why. They know who they are; they know, even if they don’t. It all makes sense, even when it doesn’t because they are confident people whose eyes shine with the truth they carry.

This truth?

They are Children of a God. A wonderful God who loves and cares for them. Children of Heavenly Parents who wish and hope and push for them to succeed because They want for Their children to return soon—and not only return, but return to Them, return in the highest state possible. They belong to higher Beings and are here for a higher purpose—they understand and so must we.

It’s up to only ourselves, as individuals, when that truth will become a reality in our own lives.

High School Grad

Well, it's official! I'm graduated from that High School down the street. I never have to show my face there ever again. I didn't attend the actual graduation ceremonies--and I got a lot of glares and weird looks because of that detail--but I didn't need to. Ceremonies for these kinds of things, so young, are unnecessary. Just little things to distract us, to almost get us to forget that we have things to do...
I know I have things to do. I don't need a graduation ceremony to distract me. I don't need a graduation to tell me that I'm done. I don't even need a paper with my name on it...
I know that I've worked hard to get through high school, and I've done it pretty well. I'm proud of what I've accomplished with the help of my family and few friends. I guess this post, in a way, can be my ceremony. I don't have a cap and gown, no tassel, no rolled up diploma to shout for in my hands; but I do have gained knowledge from over the years. I can say I've learned more than what was taught to me by my teachers. I can say that I've worked hard to set up a path to complete my final goal in schooling.
So, you see? I don't need an official ceremony. I don't care for them.
There are too many people there to bug you, anyway.