The Narrows

June 30th, 2017

Just a few days ago, I managed to sneak my way into a trip with a few friends- Anna, Tiffany, and Sasha.

We left at about 9 am (woops, sorry guys for the uber long hold up), but it was well worth the short time we had. The Narrows was possibly the most beautiful place I’d ever been to!!! The sun hit everything just right. The water was clear and sometimes, a pigmented blue. The peaks were high and rising. The canyons surrounding us were rigid and incapsulating.

There were lush greens and lively birds about; something I most definitely did not expect. I could smell the freshness of the air so well, I had forgotten what cigarettes and sewage smelled like for those brief 8 hours.

As I looked around the Canyon, I couldn’t help but think about how God had made ALL of it. How he created the rock formations and caused the water to flow into tame, yet strong currents. He made the beauty we were gazing at for the day, and I am oh, so grateful for it. I find that at times of pure beauty, I just can’t help but think of the Lord. He is the Creator, the Almighty, All Knowing and All Loving Heavenly Father to us!! He loved us so much that sent His Only Begotten Son, who made all of this for us, and died for us so we could have eternal joy as well. All I can say is, ‘Thank you, Lord’!

Until next time!

I’ll see all of you later!!!! I will try to update as much as possible!! Let me know if you have any suggestions for me!!

Love, Me 💖

Modern Greek Era

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We need to have more faith in ourselves.

Just the other day I was watching a movie with some friends. Through much work and an occupied mind, I was well due for a bit of mindless, yet personally educational entertainment.

The movie’s plotline, in most basic terms, was about a boy who was a jazz drummer and decided to be the best. Well, being the best meant being in the harshest professor’s jazz band. In the movie, the student endured much emotional and mental and physical abuse from the teacher. But despite the brutal conditions, the boy managed to wake up everyday and try and try again. He was resilient. It was awe inspiring.

And despite being a great movie, I was able to predict almost every turn, every downfall, and every reveal.

But why was I satisfied or even happy when the predictions came true? Was it because I was proud of predicting the plot of an Oscar nominated movie? Was it because I felt just that much closer to having a better understanding of life and all of it’s complex meanings?

No. It was because the revealed predictions were so much more than I thought they would be. They were predictably unpredictable. And in many ways, I find this beautiful. However, my issue with this, and in this specific situation, is how I let the movie tell me how to think and when to think it. And although this is obviously the director’s intention I fear it has grown a bit too rehearsed.

For example, in one of the scenes of the movie, a boy is offered by his professor to work with him on a big project- a professional jazz concert that could boost him to success. This is also the professor he helped get fired for his abusive behavior.

My first initial thought was: “Well, he’s going to say no, yeah?” However, the student said yes. Okay, just a small mishap, I thought.
Then I figured, “But the professor will mess with him somehow, right? He’s been playing mind games with him the entire movie.” And to my satisfaction he was, in fact, messed with like I had predicted; the professor sabotaged him with a surprise song last minute.

So, my question is, why did I accept being wrong so willingly? In such a small case this mishap was minor. But after this scene I found myself wrong again and willingly took the blame, mindlessly accepting all plot points afterward. I had immediately accepted all of the incorrect theories I had created since the beginning, denouncing all of my thoughts with only a series of words: “I know it was you. You think I’m an idiot?”

Often times, we find that life can be unpredictably predictable. One can predict that they’ll meet an old friend when visiting back home, and having met them, be a bit bitter or happy. Afterwards, anything is in the ballgame, yes? It’s all up in the air from there. That person could even find an ex whom they dread, yet anxiously wait to meet again. However, that persons trust is failing. After that first, unpredictably predicted encounter, they assume everything is unexpected and therefore, should be unplanned. They’ve lost faith in their word and opinion just a bit. And it’ll keep chipping away if not paid attention to.

Let me ask you a question. Do you agree with all of your opinions, decisions, and thoughts? (Indecisive?) Do you think that what you agree with or what you choose are always right? And lastly, do you see this as a problem?

I do. And I find it something that has to be brought aware and dealt with. It’s a mental epidemic- an epidemic on suppressed mentality.

When you look into politics, journalism, news, and everyday socialization, a suppressed mentality and peer pressure are on the rise. You might see someone agree with a political view because they want to be involved or simply can’t follow along. Or someone could be reading a newspaper, taking in information they will possibly never research.

Obviously, this is all coming from personal perspective and retrospect. I personally stop all planning, theorizing, and thinking after a wall is found in my path, and I hate this. I hate that I, and many others in our world’s population are discouraged after one hiccup.

I desire to train my mind to heed on in spite of obstacles or unpredicted predictables. I want to encourage a mind of steel, one that can face any challenge, any plotline, any problem, and break through with little to no discouragement. In conclusion, I want to bring about the ‘free-thinker’.

Love, Me 💖

The Marvelous Light of God

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Today while reading an email from my friend on her mission, I came across the scriptures, Alma 26: 3 & 35:

3 Behold, I answer for you; for our brethren, the Lamanites, were in darkness, yea, even in the darkest abyss, but behold, how many of them are brought to behold the marvelous light of God! And this is the blessing which hath been bestowed upon us, that we have been made instruments in the hands of God to bring about this great work.

35 Now have we not reason to rejoice? Yea, I say unto you, there never were men that had so great reason to rejoice as we, since the world began; yea, and my joy is carried away, even unto boasting in my God; for he has all power, all wisdom, and all understanding; he comprehendeth all things, and he is a merciful Being, even unto salvation, to those who will repent and believe on his name.

I feel in my heart that these passages are what it feels like to serve God’s children, and bring them home to Him. I felt this when I decided to go on a mission! I know that the Lord is an all powerful all knowing and all understanding God. And I thank Him everyday that I have a chance to do this for Him!

Pink Carnations


Thinking, thinking
And thinking some more.
When is my time up?
When can I stop? Just, lax?
Idle thoughts are a silver lining
for pondering.
My thoughts, exactly.
Filling my mind in meaningful
Helps fill the void in my mind.
Nostalgia of my past, a past
that has repeated itself.
Orchestras and flutes and pianos
Pastel pinks
And soft greens
And blue and white
My dream-scape
My fantasy....
Burning artificial
Sun in my eyes-
On my skin.
My dream-scape.
Propelling an image,
A person. Not me.
Could be.
A wish that this could be.
Wishes & destiny.
Who's to say they coincide?
Dreams & fate.
Plausible and the impossible all
Blanketed in one song; a 
melody of swirling violins,
submissive piano chords,
sirene flutes,
robust cellos,
booming trumpets,
heart-wrenching French horns,
heavy drums,
tapping toes,
And me.

Diyana Love 사랑