Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Benefits of Being Angry At the World

BYU is a joy!  I really enjoy it here, I wouldn't trade it for anything of equal or lesser value, that's for sure.  But I always hear of people who aren't enjoying their time here, be they frustrated, depressed, anxious, shy, or angry at the world.  I wish those people were easier to spot, I'd really like to help.  I'm a friendly guy and I like to think most people find me pleasant to be around.  I think I could help in some small fashion.

After all, many times I have had thoughts that threaten to put me in one of those categories, mainly angry at the world, but I mange to survive.  Why do people allow themselves to be like that?  [I understand some have legitimate mental difficulties that limit this process and they are excused from this discussion]  Just smile.   Maybe you are a bit over weight, maybe you aren't as smart as your roommate, maybe you're not as good looking as the Californian down the row, or heck maybe you gay!  Whatever the reason it's no justification to limit your self worth.  I'll have you know I like you just the way you are.  If you want to change something about yourself I'll be there encouraging you the entire way.  Maybe the lame show, The Green Lantern got something right, perhaps one of the most powerful forces in the universe is your own will.  I think it is.  No one can stop you, not even yourself if your will is supporting you.

If you find yourself thinking you are a lost cause, or you're so low that Moby Dick is blocking your sunlight close your eyes for a while and when you open them realize you are in a place that offers you more than you can possibly handle.  Your inner self will speak to you I promise.  Maybe it will say, "self, you should go play frisbee," or, "self, you keep telling yourself to do that, so do it!"  That's your will, follow it and you'll be surprised where it will lead you.  That's a promise.

1 comment:

  1. I love BYU! I'm at BYU too, and...gosh...sometimes it's hard, but what college isn't? The HFAC though...now that's what I call home.