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!
Monday, August 26, 2013
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.
Sincerely,
Me in the Past.
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