Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sierra Osmun B3
Life is Too Short
Life is too short to just live. Don't just live. Do better. Change the world, and be the one who makes all of the difference. I believe that in this world, we have too much. Too much pain, too much hurt; too much sadness, too much suffering. Too much crying, tears, screams. Too much judgment. We have too much hate, harm, not enough help. I believe that we have too much depression. Darkness. Too, too much. My question is why. Why do we have all of this? Why don't we stop? If there's so much pain and hurt, why don't we help? Why don't we get out, and do something about all of this? Life is too short, people don't see that it's too short to not do something about all of the trouble we have in this world.
Too much pain. Too much suffering, sadness, and screams. There are the silent screams. The silent cries for help. If we only looked away from our selfish ways and glanced around us every once in a while, we would be able to see them all around us. Our eyes would be open to the suffering and the pain. The ones with the smiles on their lips, but tears in their eyes. The ones struggling for survival. Franklin D. Roosevelt once said "When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." We should be that knot. We should help, look around, and see the tears in those people’s eyes.
Too much hate, harm, not enough help. Too much judgment. Hating someone is pointless. Why use all of the energy to hate, when you could use the same amount of energy to love? Why hurt when you could help? Why judge, when you know nothing? Just a glance up and down, or a bump in the hall, can be someone's breaking point. Just a touch of the hand, or a friendly wave, can save someone’s life. No one knows exactly how someone lives, or what they have to live through every single day of their life. To some people, it might be nothing. But to others, it just might be everything.
Too much crying, too many tears. Too much darkness and depression. When you see someone crying in the hallway, most people would think or even say "What's her deal?" or, "that is so embarrassing, I would hate to be him." But why pity? Why don't you just go up to the person, and just give them a hug? Tell them you love them; say you believe in them, that they will pull through. I promise you, it would mean the world to them. Whether you know them, they're your best friend, you've never seen them in your life, or you even hate each other. A woman named Harriet Beecher Stowe said "When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn." Be that tide. Be the one thing that will change a person’s life for the better, for good. There is not enough love in the world to fight the depression off. There is not enough light to take over the darkness. But one heart, one smile, one word, can make all the difference.
The ones that leave school, to return to a broken home. Being there for their siblings, shielding them away from the cruel ways of the world in the closed door rooms. Cleaning, helping, and trying to make a living at seventeen for their family so they can eat, being strong for them. Trying to fix what has been broken. Finally, going to their rooms at night, hoping to sleep. But instead, staying up those hour-less nights, listening. Just listening. Hearing the screams of a mother, the yell of a father, the slap of a hand. One Japanese Proverb says "Fall seven times, stand up eight." Standing up again and again, picking one another up, being strong for themselves and others. That one person is the strength. The example. Maybe not showing it, maybe not letting people in, but surviving. Surviving this wicked world and taking care of others. That person is the one not judging, the one you are. The one with the tears in their eyes and the smile on their lips. The one who might really smile for the first time in months, if you just say hello with a genuine smile on your face and a warm look in your eyes. The one who may be crying in the hall, but may also be the one hugging the crier. Be like that person. Help, don't judge, smile, support, be an example. Be strong. Life is too short to just live.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Why must I forget so very often?
Hm.. Pictures.. Have I ever put up pictures? No? I don't think so either. It's about time I attempt, yes? Yes. Let's try this out.
Me to Jerrica: Oh my gosh Jerrica... That juice is NAKED!
I fear this one is a bit.. Sideways. Making my arm look huge and me and my friend Annie look.. Sideways. Enjoy our gorgeous faces. And yes, that IS stage make-up.
This is a TAD bit fun.. I think I'll keep going. And if you, my friend, are not enjoying it as much as I, well.. You may push that little red X in the corner of your screen.
Oh yes, and we also went and did baptisms in the SALT LAKE CITY TEMPLE.
It was, may I say, AMAZING.
Okay, if you insist.
Does that NOT look like an airplane to you? Me and my friend Hunt were cloud watch and.. Well.. We saw that! And I took a picture. That's all.
I'm thinking I should stop with the pictures for now. But there will mayber perhaps possibly be more to come soon-ish! Maybe.
Who knows at this point.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
It's been a while, eh?
While I've been gone I have:
- Gone on a magic carpet ride
- Proposed to a Kangaroo
- Become a champion pogo-stick jumper
- And not done any of these things
Well, I have this dear friend named Lama and he desided that we were going to play. Okay, well we both decided.
So he got here and he showed me his piano skills, we ate breakfast for lunch, he showed me an amazing magic trick, and NOW we are writing on our Bloggitys.
Ain't that just grand?
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
1/2 cup sour cream
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
1 cup graduated sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
2 2/3 cups flour
1/2 tsp. salt
Mix the shortening, sugar, egg, vanilla, and sour cream first. Then mix in the rest of the ingredients. Chill for one hour and then roll out on floured surface. Use desired cookie cutters and cook on uncreased pan at 425 degrees for 6 minutes.
Yes, these sugar cookies make me wanna die so I can eat them all day everyday in Heaven. They are so good that the dough is even good!
Now, you cookers out there know that sugar cookie dough isn't the best tasting dough in the world. But once you taste this dough, you might cry. And once you taste the warm, freshly baked sugar cookies you may never want to eat anything ever again.
But you will have to eat cottage cheese and mandarin oranges, broccoli and cheese, lasagna, and Ritz crackers. But thats okay! Because you will soon make yet another batch of Heavenly sugar cookies, and go back to eating the whole batch plus half the dough.
But I don't see anything wring with that.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
About two (three?) years ago I made a very dear and close friend. We told each other just about everything that there is to tell a person without, well, exploding. Deepest darkest secrets, biggest fears, life long dreams, problems, happy memories, guilty pleasures, hidden talents, passions, everything. He became the closest friend I ever had and I loved him from the bottom of my heart.
But, around six months ago, this dear friend (who's real name will be remain unknown, but for the sake of this lovely post, we will name Patrick) started to distance himself from yours truly.
Yes, you could say this hurt. Because, quite honestly, it did. I felt oh so alone. But of course, I still had my other friends, my parents, and my sisters. But I guess Patrick was different. Everyone has that one friend, you know? The one you trust with your ever being and you can tell them anything, without being scared or nervous? Yes, that was my Patrick.
Well anyways, like I said, Patrick stopped talking to me. He wouldn't call me, email me, or really say anything to me in any way, shape, or form.
As you would have guessed, I was quite sad. I wanted to cry because I had just lost my best friend. And one day, I asked him what I did wrong. Nothing he said, nothing at all. But why wouldn't he talk to me? I don't know, and he wouldn't and still won't tell me.
I miss my best friend.
I miss Patrick.
But every night I would still pray for my dear friend, and I still do. And I would pray to find a new best friend who would not leave me, and be forever with me. Which, I think, God graciously gave me. We will give him the name of Henry.
Henry is an amazing person. He is oh so strong, with many trials that he has overcome. He is happy, smart, nice, he listens, he helps, and he amazes me every day without even knowing it. He is amazing. I can tell him anything and get his honest opinion and real help. And even better, we trust each other completely. And I don't think he will ever leave like my dear friend Patrick did.
Now, lately me and Patrick have been talking again. For about... two weeks now. But We really haven't 'connected' like we used to. And then he stopped talking to me again for four days. It still makes me sad. But I know I have Henry to help me.
Henry is my best friend.
He won't leave me.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
There is no doubt.
You are Beautiful.
Inside and out.
If you ever have one of those days where you just feel horrible, like someone is pulling and sucking in your insides into a big black hole, just remember: You Are Beautiful.
No, I'm not only talking to you girls. I'm talking to the boys out there too. You all have no idea how amazing and beautiful you all are. I go down the hallways at school everyday just thinking 'Wow. These people are so beautiful.' And I'm being honest. Everyone is so beautiful in their own way. Beauty on the outside, and from inside of you all. Yes, all.
It amazes me how others don't see the beauty from within themselves.
So the next time your having one of those horrible, tear pulling, depressing days, Just remember:
Friday, January 28, 2011
Is anyone listening?
Well, I guess I'll write anyways.
Hello. Its 11:31 and I'm kind of really tired. But no, I won't be going to sleep anytime soon. Why, you ask? Well because I'm a teenager and I feel like it should be my right to stay up late on a Friday night!
So here I am... Sitting on the computer... Writing on my blog... Wow...
I have no social life what-so-ever.