Sometimes I just want to walk up to people and ask
"Do you know what you're missing?"
Life is full of so many amazing things and every day I see so many people walking the halls at school not taking advantage of them. I just had a meeting with my Bishop, what a good man. He's the kind of person who makes me know it will all be worth it in the end. There is just so much light that could be brought into peoples lives that I don't think they even realize. And not just spiritually, but I think that is a big part of it. Just seeing people day after day going through life and wasting their time on the insignificant things, it can just break my heart. I'm not saying this like I'm some almighty person who knows everything and is living my life to the fullest. Because I'm not, at all. I wish I had that extra motivation to REALLY live my life, to be the best person that I can be. I'm struggling to find that motivation. But I am trying every single day, and I believe that I will get there eventually. Gosh this life is just such a blessing. At the end of every single day I look back and just feel like I can't even put into words how much I love my life and how grateful I feel for everything I have. It's the little things that really get me. The fact that I can look forward to having a good meal with my family every night, and that I can go to school and be educated, and that at the end of the day I can fall asleep in a nice warm bed. There are so many people out there who would kill for those things. We are all so incredibly lucky. Teenagers can just really bother be sometimes. For instance, reading the book Night in English class. Everyone complains and says how "boring" it is. Boring? Like, are you kidding? You find it boring to read about the murdering of Jews? It's just astounding to see how they can't even appreciate good literature! I'm the weird kid who sits in the back of the class crying about what I'm reading while everyone else talks about drugs and sex. I don't know maybe it's just because I'm obsessed with World War II. But really, how awesome were the men in that generation? My mother and I were talking about my gramps and how he never even talked about the terrible things he saw. I can't even imagine what he saw the day he liberated those concentration camps. But these men, so many of them fought in two wars, and they were all just gentlemen who kept those terrible things to themselves and just provided for their families. I'm getting into a ramble but just some things that have been on my mind.

"Light, when suddenly let in, dazzles and hurts and almost blinds us: but this soon passes away, and it seems to become the only element we can exist in."