she wants to see the fireworks, like go outside and see them but my mother wont let her go. because shes a jehovas witness and apperantly going outside and looking at the fireworks is participating in it. :/ i remember like 4 or 5 years ago before she got into that “whatever it is” we would go…
:( this made me so sad.
I just realized how much you guys are missing because of that. I’m sorry :(
“You can believe something strongly and truly when it’s just a concept but when you’re faced with the reality of it right before you your position on an issue can suddenly become very unclear..”—(via thingsilearntincollege)
Ah this is tough, and I’m going to sound so young and naive, but here goes.
I want people to, everyday, at least once, stop and take a look at things. At what is around them, to notice the beauty of things, at what is going on in the world that doesn’t involve them. I want them to keep in mind how lucky they are to have what they have, to think of the others that don’t live life as well as they are. Stopping to see these things really changes your perspective.
I want people to stop judging everything and everyone. We’re all just stupid and careless and selfish. We’re all hypocrites. People are so self-conscious because they’re aware of constantly being judged, and that just takes the life out of everyone.
I want children to be taught the difference between right or wrong by their parents. I want parents to not just tell them the difference, but to show it. Because we all know kids won’t believe you when you say that reading is important and tv is bad, but you do the exact opposite. That’s the reason we have so many problems. Because children don’t get taught the difference between right and wrong, and they grow up being just as confused as they were.
I want people to stop trying to fit in. God, I’m just so sick of seeing people do that.
For once, I’d like to see the government actually try and help people for selfless reasons. Haha.
day 08- Someone you think would make a good president
I really hate this one. First because I’m not involved enough or care enough at this age to really think of this. And I don’t want to because more than half the people my age only vote because everyone else is doing it, and that’s how they base their decisions. If I do vote, I want to at least understand politics, hah.
“Roark, there was a man talking to you out there today, and he was smiling at you, the fool, the terrible fool, last week he was looking at a pair of movie comedians and loving them. I wanted to tell that man: don’t look at him, you’ll have no right to want to look at anything else, don’t like him, you’ll hate the rest of the world, it’s like that, you damn fool, one of the other, not together, not with the same eyes, don’t look at him, don’t like him, don’t approve, that’s what I wanted to tell him, not you and the rest of it, I can’t bear to see that, I can’t stand it, anything to take you away from it, from their world, from all of them, anything, Roark …”—Dominique from The Fountainhead
This changes now and then, but right now, the earliest thing I can remember was waking up almost every morning at 3am and just crying, crying endlessly. I don’t know why I was such a crier when I was young. My dad used to get up and walk me outside in the streets before everyone else was awake, and that always made me stop. I remember walking while the sun was coming up. I think this is probably why I love mornings so much.
My first one ever! I’m so excited! It is at Publix, which I think is a good place to start working, and my boss seems really nice and casual. And I get to work 35 hours a week, which means I get lots of moolah.
I don’t really ever think of what heaven will look like. I don’t like to think about it because I don’t know if there is a heaven and hell. I think that when people die, they die; and time shouldn’t be wasted on thinking about what happens after that. Just live your life, and be good for the sake of being good.