Living for Something Bigger Than Yourself

Lately, I've had something touch me to become more active in the world around me. Filled with murder, hate, and blasphemy, the world is crying out for people to save it. People like you and me. We're the generation on the forefront of what you could call "destiny." What we do as a developing generation will have an astronomical impact on what kind of world we will leave for our kids and grandchildren.

I don't know about you, but it horrifies me to think that my kids could live in a world filled with pollution, depression, and poverty. I don't want that, and neither do you.

No matter what you do, I encourage you to be active. Lauren is involved in SAVE, an environmentally friendly association and I'm involved in To Write Love On Her Arms.

To Write Love On Her Arms holds a very special place in my heart, mainly because I've been there before. Two years ago I was in a state of depression that many of those seeking help experience. I was suicidal and almost did it three times. The sad thing about it is that you have absolutely no feeling, at all. It's a sense of being completely numb. Your soul is literally "unfeelable."

Then, I finally snapped out of it. I know through the power of prayer and friends I was able to beat depression. The best thing is after you come out of depression, you learn an invaluable lesson: I will never let myself stoop that low again.

To Write Love on Her Arms is a organization committed to showing people that they have more worth than they are willing to see. I love it with all of my heart, and I encourage you to check out the street team and participate.

Following Their Footsteps

Here are some excerpts I wrote, following the writing styles of several master writers:

William Hemingway-

"He stood motionless in the cold, brisk air of midnight, his tears on his chin and from the night sky rain fell from the heavens. The stars were absent completely overhead; but below it was wet and he could feel the emptiness of his new life faltering like a fawn. There were headlights in view and in the distance he heard a cry from the window and a tear hit the ground, booming in this solemn night."

Barbara Kingsolver-

"I have had a fire inside me ever since I heard a guitar howl and serenade my ear beside the wall of my messy bedroom. It's true. I felt passion in my body. Seemingly ten thousand hands took a hold, over the monotony of peoples' lives that grasp them throughout the day and burrow inside one's body when they fall into slumber. I finally overcame the complacency and started my ascension, and I was caught up, but fully aware of my potential and I have not been the same since. So they said I learned to play the guitar."

William Faulkner-

"After the rain the girl laying in the grass of the park heard, speeding up her blood of her veins, a sound pulled by emotion and thrown by staggering logic of clearly true hearts, which in her resonating mind, reminded her of yellow and tattered letters thrown on impulse to the ground-her bedroom, perhaps- screamed to the back of her mind and placed itself with suave and perfected motion, like the lips of Emily."

Margaret Mitchell-

"He was meaningful, and she always knew it when held by his truthfulness as her selfish self was. In her heart were all too deeply the scars of her past, a vivid time of horendous indifference, and the pleasant ones of her brightly lit future. However, it was a hopeful heart, pure of composure, light of feather. Her soul was wonderous with a question of uncertainty, celebrated with a crooked, beautiful smile and a partially opened mouth."