Moment.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you are just sick of everything and you suddenly feel like something in your chest is going to burst and nothing sounds better than time just stopping and you being a million miles away from everything and everyone you know and you just wouldn't care for once to be alone in a strange place full of people you've never met? I have. That one time when...well, right about now. 

Jericho Road

I love them. 

So much. 

Yesterday there as a lyric from one of their songs that I just couldn't get out of my head. Mostly because I needed it so badly.  Here's the song in its entirety. 

Some days it feels like I am walking through a storm,

                                                                      A strong wind blowing at my heart. 

I long for shelter only you can give me, Lord.
                                       You are all I need, 'cause you're the Prince of Peace. 

You melt the madness, 

you calm the fear inside of me when the world is spinning out of control.

You stop the struggle, Lord its your love that brings sweet rest to my soul, and my heart knows, you melt the madness. 

It seems this crazy world is never gonna change,

so, Lord, I want you to change me. 

And in the chaos, I'll be calling out your name...

won't you set me free with your serenity?

You melt the madness. 
you calm the fear inside of me when the world is spinning out of control.
You stop the struggle; Lord it's your love that brings sweet rest to my soul, and my heart knows come what may--no matter what I face,
I'll be still,
and know that you are God. 

You melt the madness. 

It's My Party.

Secretly I'm supposed to be doing homework. Obviously I am. 

Sometimes I wish writing was as fast as blogging. Because I can't actually blog about what I want to blog about. I want to write it down and get it out there--but not really for other people to see.

There are so many things going on. So much. And some of it is good

                                                                                some of it not so good at all.

                                                                                     some of it is a mixture.

I took a chance. 

Against every instinct. 

Convinced myself the past 

did not dictate my future. 

But the best way foresee

is hindsight. 

You were there, 

Exactly what I needed...

Couldn't have been more perfect. 

Which is why I didn't last. 

Good enough didn't last. 

I should have seen it coming. 

Who knew I could be hated this much?

I'll pretend,

put on a mask,

say it doesn't matter.

I may know it's for the best...

I know in reality it's alright...

But at moments, it still stings. 

A whirlpool of memories

twist around my mind

as I think about now. 

Different people. 

Different faces.

Different circumstances.

Same result.

     Different pain.

          That almost hurts worse. 

I wish I could tell you. 

I wish you could know. 

But...I can't. 

That is not a poem. It looks like one. It just sort of came out. Which is probably why you shouldn't read it. Especially because it does not make any sense. But you did. Unless you're just randomly reading the end of this post with no purpose.

Bob Marley

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - You aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together, but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there. - Bob Marley

Get It Right

Beans

Someone like that...just by living, taught so many people about the gospel. I hope I get to meet him someday.  

BEST THING EVER.

See that picture from my last post? 
Yeah. There's gonna be a second one of those. Here in Provo, Utah. 


Can life get better?
I submit that it CANNOT! (thank you, Brian Regan...) 


Sometimes the Provo Tabernacle burns down...and instead of rebuilding it, they decide to make a temple out of it. (Talk about literal baptismal fire. Thanks for pointing that out Bao. :) ) 


I remember being devastated when I found out about the tabernacle. I had no idea this is what was in store. All of it just made me realize how sometimes bad things have to happen in order for something so much better to come about.


Also, President Monson is the best thing ever. 
THIS CHURCH IS SO COOL! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!! 
Sorry...word vomit. Okay. I'm done now:)