Everything Under the Sun

Welcome to the end. It's almost over.



I can't wait :)



And then again . . . it's sad.



I'm quite random tonight.



Gavin Mikhail is rocking my world right now. Never heard him 'til now. Love him. Well, the two songs I've heard of him.



Like, I've been waiting and waiting for these past 3 weeks to hurry upppp. And now that everything is practically over . . . I don't know how to feel! It's like, I'm getting what I want - and then again, I'm not. Mostly, I'm desiring the change of setting, people, and life - but not for too long. I think everyone needs a break from time to time - I definitely do. But I'm dreading the moments when I wish I were back at school, with the routine, the life, the freedom, and the people. I wonder what it will be like!



Gosh, this semester has been QUITE the semester. What words could correctly describe all the events of the past couple months? I don't know if words would really grant those difficult days for what they were all worth, mind you. What a rollercoaster ride. Need I say more?



Okay, I'll keep talking! But only since you insist . . .



I think listening is seriously underestimated? Have I mentioned this before? Well, either way, I think those who have listening down seriously deserve a medal or something. I think someone who has the ability to sit and listen is overlooked much more than the one who has to express everything thought that comes across him mind, good or bad. I know I've been guilty of that a number of times - frankly, I'm ashamed. I'm thankful for those in my life that take the time to listen to my complaining, my problems, and my life, yet I struggle to give back to that person by listening to them (yes, I know pronoun/antecedent agreement is off - get over it, ha!).



Why do the best qualities get overlooked most? And along that line, might I add that some of the best people tend to get overlooked as well. Well, often, that is, in my opinion. I never really thought about this until Lori and I started talking one day. It's funny how people, I included, get an idea in their mind of what they desire that one "dream" guy or girl is to be - and then they even pick out one or two or however many people that they fill that description. And all along, there's that one person or that one friend - that one, single person who seems to be the friend, the one dependable, the one patient, understanding person in your life who seems to just be a "well, I could never like that person - he's my brother (or sister, for you guys out there)."



"Love and knowledge are vitally related, for the deepest kind of love is based on the fullest knowledge." Is this statement not true? Ryrie was really just referring to the specific love of the Holy Spirit, but I kinda wanted to apply it to relationships in general. Are not the relationships that you know most about the person (and vice versa) the strongest or deepest ones in your life? I'd have to say, my closest relationships are based upon knowledge, in a sense - those who I share intimate relationships with know me well - and I know them well, too.



Love hurts. A lot. One of my good friends once wrote, "When love begins to hurt, you're just beginning to learn how to love." Could such a quote only come from a 22 year old? Yes, my friends, indeed it can (haha, I feel like I'm preaching . . . but to whom?). Who could write such a thing? Someone who couldn't be stranger to the painful side of love. I know that everyone says "love is so much more than gushy feelings," but where do they go from there? Who really knows what real love is? I think people get this confused pretty easily - and that group includes myself. Which each new friendship and person in my life, and with each new semester of college, I slowly begin to grasp this "love that hurts" more and more. I didn't really think love was actually complicated. But it is.



This semester, I'm really struggling in my mind as how to really feel about everything - sounds weird, doesn't it? Let's think of how I should feel. Shouldn't I just feel? Why do I have to think about it? Well, I do, and that's that. I will think for the rest of my life. I have some odd memories of this semester, and to my disappointment (as well as others), probably more bad than good. Then again, those hard times usually yield the most growth. I've grown in areas that I neither wanted to (to begin with) or forsaw (I'm wondering if that's a word). I don't like to regret, but I honestly battle with not regretting past events, memories, circumstances - you get the picture. The comforting part to me is knowing that God does, indeed, have a reason for everything that He does in our lives. It's encouraging to know that everything that happens was supposed to happen!


Well, I'm tired and quality time with my pillow is calling my name loudly and clearly! Good night, world!