Love. At some point in our lives we all deal with the idea of love. What is Love? Am I really in Love? How should I feel if I’m in Love? These are all questions that we have all probably thought about. Now, I like to think that I know what love is. I say it to my parents almost everyday, I say it to my sister whenever I see her, and I’ve even said it to a few boyfriends before. But do I really know what love is? The first time I ever said I love you to someone I wasn’t related to was in the 8th grade (so one year before American high school), so I was 13. Back then I thought I was in love, I said it to my “boyfriend” who I had never gone on a date with, and who I only talked to over text (we were VERY awkward in person). Back then I thought love was liking someone just a little bit more than everyone else. Well it turns out that was not love, he dumped me a week later and I think we both agreed that whatever we had been doing was pointless. The next time that I said I love you to a “boyfriend” was a few months after the first time, and I think I even knew then that it wasn’t love, our relationship was basically the same as my first one, and if the first wasn’t love then the second was definitely not love. The third time I said it, I actually think I was in love at the time, I always wanted to spend my time with the guy, we would joke around and laugh, and I loved it. However, looking back, I think that I loved how the guy made me feel, not the guy. That first Freshman relationship was all because I had so many insecurities that I needed someone else to make me feel better. The next relationship that I was in we both said it a lot, looking back, I know that I originally loved the guy I was with, he made me laugh, he made me want to spend more time with him, and he helped me love myself first. After the relationship I felt better, I felt free, my best friend even pointed out to me that I was doing better with my depression and that I enjoyed more things than I had when I was in the relationship. Her words got me thinking, had I been in love with him? Why did I feel so much more free and open without this person that I thought I loved? After a couple weeks I figured it out, I had originally loved him but, as time went by, I fell out of love and I had just said it whenever he did, I tried to stop spending time with him and tried to ignore him as much as possible. Is that love? Wanting to be away from someone who is such a fixture in your life? That doesn’t seem like love to me, so overall, I think that love for me hasn’t really happened yet, but I guess we’ll see as my life continues.
Ahhhhh the election of 2016, the one thing that almost everyone in the world has had a discussion on at some point. Now, I’m going to be honest, I don’t like Trump. But here’s the thing, I didn’t like Hillary either. Now i’m only 17 so I couldn’t vote, but damn I wish I could have. I get the fact that a lot of people aren’t happy with how things turned out, and I’m sure some people in other countries are just thinking “what the hell America”, but you know what? What’s done is done. The election is over and Trump just became the new president officially yesterday. That’s it. Trump is officially president. There is nothing that I or the majority of people in America can do to change that. But here’s the thing that I want people in America to think about. If Trump is impeached, do you know what that means? It means that Mike Pence becomes president and I don’t know about anyone else, put I’d rather have a carrot topped president rather than a man who says that gay marriage represents the “deterioration of family” and that climate change doesn’t exist. Trump may not be the best person for president out there but currently I think he will be a better president than Mike Pence (who will hopefully never hold the title of president of the United States of America).
So I’ve recently been reminiscing about my wonderful trip to Africa this past August, and I’ve realized something, I was more myself there than I have ever been here, in the country I was raised in. I think that even though I was super far out of my comfort zone, and even though there was a huge language barrier, the people there really showed that they cared and they thought you were special and fascinating. I’ve missed the people there because they are so much more themselves than any one in America. Everyone that I met in Africa tried their best to make my group of people feel at home. Everyone there tried their best to have conversations with us about our lives, what we wanted to do later in life, and how things in America worked. It was an entirely new realm of life and I learned so many new things, I honestly can’t wait to go back.
The quest for a new bathroom ended. The build itself went smooth and it was fun to work with the crew. The dust is almost gone.
A list of other entries to this theme; if you do not want to be on this list let me know and I remove the link
- IN THE QUEST OF NATURE – manipurikeisham
- Click This, TAPG! Weekly Photo Challenge – Quest
- Wordless Wednesday: Quest – tagnoue
- Blog Ground The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Quest, for Symmetry
- Quarksire 4 Ever on an Eternal Quest
- Artistic Quest – Rose Bay Letters
- Broken Light: A Photography Collective Shadow of the Universe
- Quest – my life in words
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So I recently found this weekly photo challenge that has a new theme every week, this weeks theme is “Quest”, which got me thinking about my mission trip that I made to Africa this past August. So my quest for this week is to see the road in front of me, and to not just travel it, but to stop and make memories like the wonderful people I met in Tanzania did. These are my submissions for this weeks challenge.
As the presidential election in America draws closer I’ve been thinking about votes. In the past certain canidates have had amazing support in certain areas before election. However, when election time actually roles around those people who had the support suddenly don’t have as much of it anymore. Why is that? It’s because all these people that go out and show support for canidates but when the time comes around to actually do something, they. Don’t. Vote. To me that is one of the most idiotic things I have ever heard, I mean honestly, you live in a country in which you get a say in how it’s run, you get to pick who is the single most important leader in America, yet you don’t vote. The two things that I’ve heard from people who don’t vote is “oh someone else will vote” and “my vote doesn’t even matter anyways”, well the truth is your vote does matter, so why aren’t you exercising your right to vote? Why aren’t you trying to make this country a better place? Why aren’t you doing this one thing that so many other people would kill to do in their country? You get to pick who leads our country, you get a say, use that, make a change, vote.
It’s that time of year again…. Holiday season. The time of year when everyone spends all of the money that they made in the past year on their friends and family. Don’t get me wrong, getting things for your friends and family is great, it’s just not what the season is about. The entire holiday season is supposed to be about unlikely people coming together to have a good time, get to know each other, and share their ideas. It’s supposed to be a time when your social status doesn’t matter, or it at least shouldn’t matter. The whole point of thanksgiving is to give thanks for the things that you do have and to not pout about the things that you don’t have. November and December should be a time for peace, a time when everyone can get along no matter where they’re from. Instead, it’s a marketer’s gold mine, it’s easy to pressure someone into buying something that they believe that they will need so make either themselves or someone else happy when they should just be focusing on being with that person. Holidays are meant to be a time of togetherness and good times, not shopping galore.