Monthly Archives: January 2013

My life is my own

As I’m figuring out life on the cusp of my 25th birthday, I’m fully embracing the idea that life must be lived to the fullest, for yourself and no other person’s supposed happiness or expectations. This being said, I’ve been introduced to several new ways of life after graduating from college and widening my sphere of correlation.

I have held on to this idea of independence for years but I’ve never completely accepted it, I’ve merely resorted to flirting with the attractive idea of doing my own thing.  But, as I’ve grown up more, I’ve come to realize the lies enveloped through the world and the party masks of happiness that parade as spectacular and fiercely independent fun.  These lies are found in completely throwing away the help of family and friends which is something I’m never going to do, not because I am weak, but because I understand that forsaking any help that is offered you is a complete lie.  And any help that allows you to become your own person is the kind of help that everyone deserves, asserting their independence.

On another note, searching for the approval of parental units is not necessarily going to make you as an individual, happy with your life. And as I’m nearing my 25th birthday, this has become increasingly more clear to me and I am not wanting to waste the next 25 years of my life living for other people’s approval. God’s approval is all that matters, and through Christ, we already retain His unending approval. This frees me to only search for my own approval now and I’m not going to allow restriction’s in the form of other people’s judging eyes to set limits on my own happiness.

That’s for sure!


Remember tranquility

Having been on a break from writing, I’ve quickly become restless and impatient, revolving around other art forms to explore my creativity, which has been on display through my drawings, paintings and photography.  However, my fancy camera broke so I’ve been forced to use my phone and Ipod.  I admit, this is better than nothing- but not much.  At all.

I’m trying to find the motivation to write about something but I don’t have any idea about what.  I really want to write out a full article explaining my faith because it doesn’t fit in very well with other Christians in general.  But my argument perfectly fits into the individualized, yet lonely, definition I’ve created for myself.  I look forward to sharing the ideas that ravage my head and heart, wrenching my soul with remembered tranquility.

I have been juggling life on my own for the last year- in rough estimation. Yet, God’s presence remains with me whether wanted or unwanted. It’s strangely comforting with stalkerish quality…