Little Words

People often forget the little things in life. Yes, little moments are often overlooked but more often little words are overlooked. I'm not talking about words like a, and, the, rather I'm talking about little words that carry a potent punch. In this case, I am talking about little, kind words. Sometimes things like, good job, great work, and keep going, can really make a difference. I believe that saying words of encouragement to anyone of any age is utmost beneficial. It makes them believe in themselves, be proud, or even just smile. Even if the person receiving the kind words is so stunned by what is being said that they produce no reaction, at least you've demonstrated that they are special and worth your attention. With that, what's there to lose?

Thank You!

Dear Reader,

I want to take a moment to thank you for reading my blog. Every time I see a comment or hear someone mention my blog, I feel very happy. Most of what I write, no one but my teachers, professors, and I read. They're about topics such as depression or the 1950's or rebellion, etc. It may be interesting but not many people want to read about these topics on their lunch break. However, most people don't mind reading little stories from the internet during their free time. That is part of the reason why blogging is so wonderful. Blogging lets me be creative. It gives me the ability to be free with my words, to disregard prim and proper writing, and just be me. To know that someone wants to read my writing along with knowing that I am capable of writing more than just the standard essay, is empowering. Thank you for giving me this opportunity by reading my blog. Have a wonderfully blessed day!

Little Moments

My philosophy professor likes to argue. Sometimes he doesn't believe what he is arguing but argues in order to challenge his students. Recently, he argued that life isn't worth living. At first, his arguments were somewhat believable; however, after some thought, I began to think otherwise. In the middle of his lecture, I began to think about my life and the people I love. Upon doing so, my siblings popped into my head. In my mind I could hear my brother asking me when I would be home, I saw the text from my other brother saying "it's good to hear your voice :-)", and I could see the big smile on my sister's face as I arrived back home. These little moments show me time and time again that life is worth living. They prove to me that, in the midst of a chaotic world, there is something more. There is love, there is joy, and there is life in the little moments. Life is worth living.