I read a story of a young girl around 12 who like most preteen girls are full of life, vivacity, and unabridged emotions. It was interesting reading what she had to say in her oh so woe-is-me voice. She spoke of her mother and sister who didn't often understand her. She spoke of her father, the man she most identified with. She spoke of some friends of the family who came to live with them. She spoke of her life as though she had no care in the world. She spoke like she had lived long enough to understand the world.
Ha! What does a 12 year old know of life? I have lived more than double that time, and I am still trying to figure out life. So often I read on social media people ranting and raving of being misunderstood. We get it okay...you are a soul who no one would get because you have lived and experienced as no one else has. Right? How come we make it our pain against someone else's? How is it that we spend more time trying to measure our differences than our similarities?
You know what I have never liked? One uppers. We all know those people. In fact, most of us are them, we just won't admit it. We refuse to admit we are the kind of person that has to have a bigger, sadder, happier, darker, or more entertaining story than another. We crave to stand out in a world that forces us to fit in.
We get annoyed with people for the smallest thing. I do it too. I constantly have to check myself. I constantly have to remember that I am no better. My experiences are no better. We all have been sad, happy, loved, and all other emotions...at the hand of someone else. I suppose I bring this up because of the political madness we are drowning in. There is always party bashing this time of year. It is so easy to spin our opinions into venomous hate. We mustn't forget that we are human beings just trying to survive. Easter is so close. Lent is fast coming to a close, and in the midst of trying to remember that Christ gave his life for us, we are inundated with political pettiness (even by our own friends knowing we stoop as well) But we must remember that people are good. By nature... they are.
This story of this young girl. It was chuckle-worthy at one point. Her house consisted of a set of rooms that was quite secluded. She didn't really get to go outside as she got older. She was sadly stuck. She lived in a war zone where hiding wasn't suggested, it was mandatory. They would have killed her. They would have slaughtered her for being born the way she was. And you know what she said? "Despite everything, I believe people are really good at heart." One of my heroes...Anne Frank. A 12 year. An innocent, little girl who got it. May I get it. Especially during this most holy season. May I genuinely understand that people are good and Christ came for us all.
Ha! What does a 12 year old know of life? I have lived more than double that time, and I am still trying to figure out life. So often I read on social media people ranting and raving of being misunderstood. We get it okay...you are a soul who no one would get because you have lived and experienced as no one else has. Right? How come we make it our pain against someone else's? How is it that we spend more time trying to measure our differences than our similarities?
You know what I have never liked? One uppers. We all know those people. In fact, most of us are them, we just won't admit it. We refuse to admit we are the kind of person that has to have a bigger, sadder, happier, darker, or more entertaining story than another. We crave to stand out in a world that forces us to fit in.
We get annoyed with people for the smallest thing. I do it too. I constantly have to check myself. I constantly have to remember that I am no better. My experiences are no better. We all have been sad, happy, loved, and all other emotions...at the hand of someone else. I suppose I bring this up because of the political madness we are drowning in. There is always party bashing this time of year. It is so easy to spin our opinions into venomous hate. We mustn't forget that we are human beings just trying to survive. Easter is so close. Lent is fast coming to a close, and in the midst of trying to remember that Christ gave his life for us, we are inundated with political pettiness (even by our own friends knowing we stoop as well) But we must remember that people are good. By nature... they are.
This story of this young girl. It was chuckle-worthy at one point. Her house consisted of a set of rooms that was quite secluded. She didn't really get to go outside as she got older. She was sadly stuck. She lived in a war zone where hiding wasn't suggested, it was mandatory. They would have killed her. They would have slaughtered her for being born the way she was. And you know what she said? "Despite everything, I believe people are really good at heart." One of my heroes...Anne Frank. A 12 year. An innocent, little girl who got it. May I get it. Especially during this most holy season. May I genuinely understand that people are good and Christ came for us all.
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