EST. 2014
"Put down your mobile device."
"Take out your earphones." "Just be still." I do agree that mobile devices are used way too often [by some people] and [sometimes] in lieu of important human interaction. But I don't think it's always because we're afraid of quiet or stillness. I think that it's the loud, incessant thoughts that we're attempting to block out. We do live in a loud world, but turning it off and tuning in out will not always have the desired effect. A simple off button won't always do the trick. So how do we quiet the voices inside? How do we truly turn it all off and slow down? <3 What do you think? Comment below!
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I can’t tell you who I am let alone who I’ll be. I can tell you that I worry I won’t grow up to be someone I’m proud of. I wonder how much of this meticulous pruning and careful watch of who I am is really necessary. On one hand at this point (yes I realise I’m only 15) how can I tell what is me vs. what I pretend is me.* On the other hand, perhaps I really am improving myself. “If we claim we have no sin, we are only fooling ourselves and not living in the truth. But if we confess our sins to Him, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness. If we claim we have not sinned we are calling God a liar and showing that his word has no place in our hearts.” – 1 John 1:8-10 (NLT) Full of sin, but cleansed. Full of obvious and hidden imperfections, but fearfully and wonderfully made. How can I be both? In this case (as usual) I prefer the NLT version. “Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvellous—how well I know it.” – Psalm 139:14 (NLT) Complex. Fearfully and wonderfully complex. I am both. No denying the fact that I have a lot to work through. No denying the fact that He loves me anyway. I feel like knowing this should make becoming (or remaining) me easier. I need to know “full well” and appreciate this fact before anything can become “easier”. The Creator of the world loves me bruises, wounds, scars and all. Any change I make should be positive and for me or for Him. Not because my Facebook is dull or because my life isn’t Pinterest (or Tumblr….not that I have one…) worthy. “It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” – E.E Cummings I can’t tell you who I am let alone who I’ll be. I can tell you that I will do my best to be someone I’m proud of today.
<3 Don't forget to leave your responses below! *I have no idea if that is proper English or how exactly one would say that in proper English; hopefully you still understood :)
When creating any form art one is always told to turn off their inner critic. Every day we are all creating and building something. Our futures, our relationships, our perceptions. Our lives are books to be written (because I’m feeling cheesy) and masterpieces that are constantly being added to. As our lives are [in a sense] art, our inner critic has absolutely no reason to take a break.
I’m not a nature art (or whatever it happens to be called) person. People take photos of sunsets and African plains, and sure I appreciate the beauty – but at the same time I can’t help but think to myself that all the photos look the same. It’s cool, but it’s all over my Facebook, my Instagram, my life. But when I’m outside sometimes I can’t help but enjoy what’s around me. When I was younger (as in very few years ago…) I hated the night. It was time when I was left to battle with my cruel imagination and hold on to the hope that the news I saw on TV would simply remain there as a series of flickering (not really…) pictures. Now I love night-time. It’s a time when everything’s peaceful and there are no excessive noises or distractions around me. Last night I realised that the moon and the crickets are my heroes. I like how the moon shines. It’s not deterred by the fact that everyone thinks the sun shines brighter. I don’t need to be like the sun. I don’t need for my light to obviously shine and shine for everyone. I want to be there for that person whose only light in the midst of darkness is the moon. The person who has hopes and tells them to the moon, and I want to be them too. The dark doesn’t stop the crickets from singing; it seems to make them louder. I want to be like them. I want to be like the stars that shine even though I can’t see them, even though they’re too far for me to truly see them. |