Welcome to the Black Parade
This post is now going to delve far deeper into myself than any other post ever has, and probably ever will again. Please bear with me however, I have an important point I am wanting to make.
Lately I have been unhappy. That is all there is to it. I have been stressed, tired, worried, sad, and heartbroken. Everyday seems like a viscious cycle of this. I have had good friends that have been very kind to me throughout my selfish time of self disdain and introspection. Lately, I have been feeling like I need to get out and do some service. You know, everyone says that we need to learn to accept service from other people but 1) I've never been good at that, cause it makes me feel guilty because 2) if we allow it for too long it simply becomes self indulgence.
I knew I needed more than just small acts of service, although I do need to try and engage in those more often as well. I needed a large organized project to get my mind off of focusing negatively and inwardly and more on focusing positively outwardly. So tonight I went and saw the movie Invisible Children. This is a documentary that tells the heartbreaking tale of children in Uganda who have to trek into the city every night to sleep in bus stops and hospitals to try and keep themselves fom being kidnapped by the rebel army and turned into soldiers that then go and slaughter other children.
There was one moment in the film where one child, who had escaped from the army was talking about his brother whom they had killed and what he would say to him right now if he were here. This child, who had trained himself not to cry, because crying meant they would kill you too, broke down into tears and wept loudly. As I watched him my heart broke thinking of all the things that should be in a childhood that had been taken away from his.
I began to wonder what I could do and then I remembered, I have a blog. So I am here to tell you all about this project. If you click on the title of the film it is actually a link to their website where you can learn more about their project and ways you can get involved. I cannot stand idly by, consumed in the things in my life that are hard for me, but can really be controlled by me, as these children live their lives in something that goes far beyond fear.
Some people may say this is a bit fanatical to focus on one problem with all the plethora of problems facing people in several areas of the world. All I have to say is, if we don't start somewhere, how can we ever learn to help anyone?
Please visit the website and try to think of ways you can help. If this inspires you to take on some project to help someone else in some other way, then thats great. This is a trial that really matters, and I hope we can all do our part to help those that cannot help themselves.
Lately I have been unhappy. That is all there is to it. I have been stressed, tired, worried, sad, and heartbroken. Everyday seems like a viscious cycle of this. I have had good friends that have been very kind to me throughout my selfish time of self disdain and introspection. Lately, I have been feeling like I need to get out and do some service. You know, everyone says that we need to learn to accept service from other people but 1) I've never been good at that, cause it makes me feel guilty because 2) if we allow it for too long it simply becomes self indulgence.
I knew I needed more than just small acts of service, although I do need to try and engage in those more often as well. I needed a large organized project to get my mind off of focusing negatively and inwardly and more on focusing positively outwardly. So tonight I went and saw the movie Invisible Children. This is a documentary that tells the heartbreaking tale of children in Uganda who have to trek into the city every night to sleep in bus stops and hospitals to try and keep themselves fom being kidnapped by the rebel army and turned into soldiers that then go and slaughter other children.
There was one moment in the film where one child, who had escaped from the army was talking about his brother whom they had killed and what he would say to him right now if he were here. This child, who had trained himself not to cry, because crying meant they would kill you too, broke down into tears and wept loudly. As I watched him my heart broke thinking of all the things that should be in a childhood that had been taken away from his.
I began to wonder what I could do and then I remembered, I have a blog. So I am here to tell you all about this project. If you click on the title of the film it is actually a link to their website where you can learn more about their project and ways you can get involved. I cannot stand idly by, consumed in the things in my life that are hard for me, but can really be controlled by me, as these children live their lives in something that goes far beyond fear.
Some people may say this is a bit fanatical to focus on one problem with all the plethora of problems facing people in several areas of the world. All I have to say is, if we don't start somewhere, how can we ever learn to help anyone?
Please visit the website and try to think of ways you can help. If this inspires you to take on some project to help someone else in some other way, then thats great. This is a trial that really matters, and I hope we can all do our part to help those that cannot help themselves.
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I guess we have not been in touch enough to be there for eachother for awhile but if you want to talk, you have my number and my email.
You think you could handle an 8 hour car ride with Chris?