Love

"Love is defined by wanting God's best for someone else regardless of what that means to you"

While in high school, I hear it a lot. The "L word". Yes, that's right, Love.

"I love you" "I love hot dogs" "I love Steve Poe" "I love my Boyfriend" "I love my family"

"I love taking pictures" "I love music" "I love my Girlfriend" blah blah blah blah...

Often in life, Love can easily be confused with infatuation. No, I'm not directing this toward your love for hots dogs or taking long walks on the beach, but love towards others. It seems that we are so easy to love those who are easy to love. I think we find it quite easy to be swept off our feet, giving a box of chocolates, hear a romance song that "totally describes our relationship right now" and announce that we are "in love". So, if its a box of chocolates and a cheesy song that wins us over, why do we often find so much hatred in our lives? If we find it so easy to love the attractive guy who is a few lockers down, why do we make it so difficult to love our neighbors? No, I'm not talking about Bob who live across the street or Timmy who lives next door. I'm talking about our brothers and sisters in Christ. That means everyone. Lets say it together: everyone. In fact, wasn't it love that saved our very lives in the first place? Wasn't it love that gave as a home and someone to call our father? Wasn't it love that freed us from our own wrong doings? Let us not forget Christ's love. Let us NEVER forget Christ's love.

So finally, here is our chance. This is our chance to rise up as a generation and to make a move. To love one another despite who they are and what they have done. To love not only with our words but through our actions. Love is not only a word or a phrase, but an action that is truly expressed through the things we do. "Love your neighbor as yourself" LOVE.

Here I am

As I sit in bed, listening to my pop/hip-hop music, I start to ponder. Why create a blog? Would anyone read it? Do I want anyone to read it? If not, why write about what I have already experienced or already know? What is so important that I would write about? I enjoy writing, yes, but the general idea of a blog has always seems so artificial to me. so fake. Is it just venting? Or is it ones strive to make themselves noticed? Despite these questions, here i am. Writing. Reading out loud every work i type. Why? ...Why not? Simply for myself. My takes on life, and my memories. A remembrance of who I am, and for the future, who I used to be. So here we go. Here. I. Am.