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JustinK
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I’ve never been good at making decisions. And this seems like one that shouldn’t even be an issue. Most people seem to be content with their lives, but I’ve always felt trapped in my own head. I over-analyze things to no end and most people say that I am black/white.
I remember a theology class starting with the lyrics, ‘If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad.’ He turned it off and proceeded to tell us that, ‘Killing people could make someone happy.’
I’m not talking about killing people. I just want to feel comfortable in my own skin. Like it’s okay to be who I am and alright to be happy. I know I have a ways to go on my faith journey and that it’s a big part of my identity. But, I feel as though I haven’t really explored any sort of individual identity yet.
It’s scary but exciting to grow up. But what if I become complacent with happiness? It seems most people don’t stop to think about their actions much and I don’t want to be that way. Yet I am told that God wants us to be happy, I often feel like I don’t deserve it.
Currently, we are looking for a new apartment. It’s a big step and I see it as moving on from the past and growing as a person. But still, I feel like it’s something undeserved.
Yet I remember reading a Bible passage that said, ‘If you have the means, treat yourself well and enjoy life as best you can.’ It goes onto say how we don’t know when we’re going to die, and to not deprive ourselves of good things now. This leads me to think that it’s alright to want and like possessions, within reason.
Like today, we went to Taco Bell and I got a new power cord for a dvd player that had been broken for years. I also got a cd to play in my car on drives to work. It might not seem like much at all and it may be silly, but to me that was a good day. But why does it feel like I can’t have that all the time? I mean, okay, not ALL the time. I know suffering is good and polishes us to be more holy in the end, but I just want to feel like it’s okay to be happy with life.
To live and not just exist. To be one of those people who gets mad about something like a football call. To feel like my opinion matters, though they are often treated like a breeze in the wind if it doesn’t jive with someone else. I’m not sure what I want, and it seems selfish of me to ask for it or feel like I deserve something when I do.
I remember a theology class starting with the lyrics, ‘If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad.’ He turned it off and proceeded to tell us that, ‘Killing people could make someone happy.’
I’m not talking about killing people. I just want to feel comfortable in my own skin. Like it’s okay to be who I am and alright to be happy. I know I have a ways to go on my faith journey and that it’s a big part of my identity. But, I feel as though I haven’t really explored any sort of individual identity yet.
It’s scary but exciting to grow up. But what if I become complacent with happiness? It seems most people don’t stop to think about their actions much and I don’t want to be that way. Yet I am told that God wants us to be happy, I often feel like I don’t deserve it.
Currently, we are looking for a new apartment. It’s a big step and I see it as moving on from the past and growing as a person. But still, I feel like it’s something undeserved.
Yet I remember reading a Bible passage that said, ‘If you have the means, treat yourself well and enjoy life as best you can.’ It goes onto say how we don’t know when we’re going to die, and to not deprive ourselves of good things now. This leads me to think that it’s alright to want and like possessions, within reason.
Like today, we went to Taco Bell and I got a new power cord for a dvd player that had been broken for years. I also got a cd to play in my car on drives to work. It might not seem like much at all and it may be silly, but to me that was a good day. But why does it feel like I can’t have that all the time? I mean, okay, not ALL the time. I know suffering is good and polishes us to be more holy in the end, but I just want to feel like it’s okay to be happy with life.
To live and not just exist. To be one of those people who gets mad about something like a football call. To feel like my opinion matters, though they are often treated like a breeze in the wind if it doesn’t jive with someone else. I’m not sure what I want, and it seems selfish of me to ask for it or feel like I deserve something when I do.