Cheerfulness

Next most important goal:

Learn to be happy/grateful/cheerful.

I think I need to train my mind to be always looking for things to be happy about. a l w a y s.

Kara

Thinking

My mom gave me flowers the other day, because I needed them.

One of the most beautiful red ones, was wilted over, and dying. I felt really sad. I have a really hard time throwing flowers away. I remember kind of proping it up with the other flowers around it, trying to save it for one maybe two days. But it came back! It's alaive and stiff, and happy! This makes me think of freinds, and family, and survival.

Kara

Life and Death

It's official. We are never who we thought we would grow up to be. The sooner we accept this, the happier we are.

However controversial this statement, I declare my freedom of speech with it.

Kara

Miracle?

Today, a very important person told me that he had something he had been thinking about, and wanted to tell me.

Below :

"Perhaps the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other, when we don't judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet. Charity is accepting someone's differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings; having patience with someone who has let us down; or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn't handle something the way we might have hoped. Charity is refusing to take advantage of another's weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us. Charity is expecting the best of each other."

The amazing thing is that he gave me this quote one day after I posted last.
What are the chances?

The other amazing thing, that that both of us say Charity from totally different perspectives, same subjecct!

Kara

Chain of Charity

I think that all my readers should know that 50% of the time I am updating a post, I think that I am deep. And the other 50% of the time, I think I am interesting. It is much more likely that I am neither. This is why I have this blog, so that I can believe that my readers (which there are none) find me both deep, and interesting.

Words are difficult. We attempt to use them to communicate what our souls are reaching out to be understood. I have never found words to be difficult. I always knew that I stumbled when trying to explain the deepest meaning of my soul, but truthfully, I am discovering that I have almost no ability to speak. I once thought I could explain anything, just give me enough time, but can you believe that the more you get to know someone, the harder it gets to connect. Before you make judgments of that statement, hear this! It is ONLY because you begin to express sections of your being that even you have not fully explored. You begin to portray yourself from the inside out!, and you find yourself shocked at what was on the inside (mainly the bloody guts, of course).

But now, I have to literally contradict something I just said in the previous paragraph. The more you get to know someone, the more you connect. Verbal Communication is literally about 457% percent more efficient than any other form of thought! Just think! What happens when you unite yourself with someone, so determined to understand you? You begin to expresses yourself verbally, and it might sound like gibberish, but eventually you come to sensible conclusions that normally would have taken weeks, or years, or never at all!

What's the point? Relationships are necessary for real progression!

What's the problem? How often are relationships such, that one is completely concern with understanding the other? But rather, people seek to be understood! Not to understand! Believe me, I am no saint of this subject, and I would challenge any person who says they are perfect at this.

My real point is, I have a lot to learn. "Need I say more?" Such is Kara's Quest. Make it better, learn more, Live a higher way. Care more to understand, not to be understood. Care more about someone important, and to start an important chain of Charity that will continue forever! Who's with me?

Kara Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy Joy

drama drama drama......

Tonight, I am staying up late downstairs on the couch, angry..... About a subject with significant worth... Sometimes, you can tell, when your argument has lost the majority vote, and you have to give up your vision. It can be hard letting go of a dream, and sometimes as humans, we can be somewhat stubborn. For example, when you want your bed on the north side of the room, but your sister/roommate wants it on the south........ Clearly, the room functions better with the bed on the north side, but your sister (and your mother) argue that there is more privacy when the bed is on the south. BUT isn't that what the door is for? Or perhaps I have mistaken the purpose of the giant piece of wood hinged into the wall, which happens to block the view of the goings-on in the rest of the house.....ANYWAY! To have an idea is a basic human right, and to have it respectfully acknowledged is deserved. However! to sneak around and change the bed to the south side, when the you are not home has put me in such a state of distress!

Blah, blah, blah. This is the family drama that occurs here in my house. To which, I am sure by morning, I will have overcome, and "chillaxed" as my sister might say... nonetheless! May it be a lesson to ALL my readers, the bed CLEARLY belongs on the north side....

Kara

Excitment

I am going to CA on Thursday..... I am excited.

The End!

Kara Joy