Monday, August 26, 2013

Why the Name of This Blog?

So, you might be wondering, "What the heck does her blog name mean?" or else, "That blog name is SO cliche." Well, I can't help that :) All I can do is tell you exactly why I have named my Blog "It's Time to Stand."

After getting into a heated debate with one of my friends one evening, I went home and stewed over the fact that she was "so stupid" and wondered to myself how she could possibly have the opinions that were (to me at least) so blatantly wrong, illogical, irrational, and wholly unorthodox.

I know so many people my age who assume that they can "think for themselves" simply because they have opinions that they call "their own." However, the opinions that they have are more often than not spoon-fed to them by the media, Hollywood, as well as other prominent figures in the culture.

As a result of the influence upon young people's minds by the media and other such forces, wrong seems right, light is extinguished, up becomes down, and hypocrisy is applauded. Thus, in an effort to promote logical thinking as well as a different worldview, I have decided to write this blog.

I think it's high time for the youth of the world to begin thinking critically and to really question (for themselves, of course) what they are hearing in the media and such. It is time for the generations of youth to stand against things that  are both subtly and blatantly evil, to stand up for the good in the world, to cease being apathetic about world issues, to defend the liberty of all people, to promote God above all else, and to pursue integrity wholeheartedly.

As well as blogging about various issues that I see in the world (from political to doctrinal), I will  also be blogging some things that I find inspirational, or at least give me a break from the monotony of school. So, please enjoy!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Too Many Wishes For One Memory

My Friend,
I wish you were here right now, to see what I can see, to feel what I am feeling. I wish you could feel the warm evening summer breeze delicately brush past your skin and blow through your hair. I wish you could look up and see the feather-like pine boughs floating overhead, with the warm sun’s glow illuminating them and making them one flaming pine. I dearly wish that you could see the sunlight dancing with the shadows on a carpet of cool, green grass. I wish you could hear the heart-warming sound of children laughing in the distance. That you could take a long, deep breath of the jasmine infused air. I wish that you could salute the majestically grand veteran American Flag, which waves triumphantly yet solemnly in the summer zephyr. That you could close your eyes with me and listen to the leaves rustle as the wind tousles them. I wish you could sit here with me, our backs to the cool grass, and watch the lazy clouds drift aimlessly through the sky as the sun gradually sinks behind the hills, only to appear again tomorrow and illuminate the world with more warmth and brightness. I wish you were here: experiencing the very epitome of perfect beauty. I wish you were here with me. But you can never be here with me, experiencing this. Because, by the time you read this, all of it; the perfect beauty, will be only a very distant memory. All the same, I still wish you were here. 

Me in the Past.