Showing posts from February, 2015

Into the Woods

Approximately eight days ago, I went to the movie theatre (which is singular in and of itself) with my parents. We saw Into the Woods. Since that fateful day, my brain has continued to play the entire soundtrack on repeat during every waking moment. Which is partly my own fault since I listened to it on Spotify several times after seeing the movie. That’s where the addiction started. The soundtrack is about an hour long, which means that in eight days I’ve listened to the soundtrack (in my head or in real life) approximately 1000 times. #thishappenswitheverymusicalIsee I’ll try to detox this week with some other obnoxiously catchy music.
Anyways, the point of that story (which wasn’t actually quite a story) was to transition into how much I actually enjoyed the musical with its multi-faceted themes, the largest of which comes from its title of course: into the woods.
I love things that make you grow. Like vegetables. And missions. And college. And relationships with others. And existing.…

How to Be a Successful Human Being

Success (noun):the favorable or prosperous termination of attempts or endeavors; the accomplishment of one's goals.
Prosperous termination of attempts? Accomplishment of goals?

The dictionary has been a good friend to me for many years, but I can’t say I agree with its definition of success. And of failure.
Failure (noun): a person or thing that proves unsuccessful

As I’ve been pondering the 22 years, 4 months, and 9 days I’ve been alive and especially the last seven months that I’ve been home from my mission, there are many aspects of my life I would be prone to label as “failures.” Because I haven’t really prosperously terminated any endeavors since graduating high school (which sounds like a death sentence) and everything that I've attempted to do in the meantime I am still doing. Meaning I’m not finished. And thus my actions have proved unsuccessful. And that thus makes me a failure.
Except as much as I sometimes feel like a failure, I know in my heart that I am not.

Once upon a time...

Once upon a timecalculus hadn’t been discovered and dating didn’t exist.
Sure, we didn’t know as much about how the world worked and lots of marriages were ridden with pent-up tension, but isn’t that still the case today? Maybe we know a little more than we did 500 years ago, but I don’t know how many normal-folk (modern day peasants, if you will) actually apply what they know. Whether it be with dating, calculus, or some other new fancy invention (like…hand sanitizer WHICH YOU SHOULD USE IF YOU DON’T). Granted, I never actually took calculus so maybe I’m missing out on some could-have been application, but I still stick by my statement. Things pop up and boast of greater efficiency and productivity than ever before. Do they help you?
Once upon a time… a community meant something different. It meant physically and emotionally being there for each other. It meant living in a type of “togetherness” for an extended period of time. Maybe I just missed the boat and/or train for being part …