Hiya. I always start my blog posts like I'm talking to someone. And then I ramble on about how stupid the entry sounds or whatever:P I guess most of my blog posts are similar, but I don't really care. I didn't make this blog to entertain people, or really so that anyone reads it. If anyone does read it, I hope the one thing they get from it is inspiration. But honestly, this blog was created in 8th grade out of boredom, and then it turned into this sort of journal. Except I wouldn't write all of my feelings on this, considering it's on the internet, and anyone can really see it:P So what shall we talk about today?
Parents. I think about my parents, and I look at other people's parents. I realize how blessed I am to have parents that care so much about me. They work so hard to be able to get me what I need, and even if sometimes I don't get what I want, they've raised me well enough that I have learned to accept that I don't always get what I want in life. Sometimes things don't turn out the way I'd like them too, and that's okay. Because no matter what, things do happen for a reason. Horrible things like heartbreak, a death, a divorce and things of the nature can really damage a person. But they also show that person how strong they are, and they make that person that much stronger. Which is why I'm glad I have encouraging parents. I know it kind of sounds cliche to say this, but honestly. There are starving children in Africa and we're over here complaining about taxes and how we can't afford that new couch we want. There are people out there far, far less fortunate than you and me, especially if your reading this off a computer. But I don't know your story. You could have a very unfortunate life. But when times are rough, just remember there is always someone here to talk to. My e-mail address is in the sidebar, and if there's anyone out there that doesn't know me, and needs a little advice, I'd be happy to give it.And no matter how hard you think you got it, there is always someone who is worse off than you. I will complain about how my parents are making do the dishes, when some innocent girl I don't know has parents that beat her every night. I will complain about feeling too fat when there's plenty of girls that wish they could gain weight, because they throw up everything they eat. Just feel blessed for what you have, because even if things aren't perfect (which they never are) just think of all the good things in your life. And how much worse it could be. God is watching over you. And don't let your doubts weigh you down. Allow your heart to grow 4 sizes. Just like the Grinch who stole Christmas(:
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