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Why do I spend my time with people who don't think that I'm wonderful? At then end of the day, it just seems that I'm wasting my time trying to become closer to people who really wouldn't care if I were in their life or not. In fact, they would just rather that I wasn't. Why does humanity do this to itself?

They say that if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.

They say that if first you don't succeed, try again.

They say that the third time's a charm.

What comes after that? Is there a reason that there's no encouraging phrase that comes after four times? Why is it that I could bore someone to death with details about how debt creates more money in the œconomy, the distillation process for making whisky or the reasons why Henry VIII created the Church of England, but I can't find an encouraging maxim for why we should press on after three failed attempts. Do you know of one?

Migraine: the worst way to end an otherwise great day.

Music in the car makes the trip different. When good songs are on the radio, I just want to slow down and not be in a hurry to get places. I just want to take my time and enjoy the music like today when the radio station was playing “Tiny Dancer” by Elton John. When I finally got to my workplace, I had to stay in my car and wait for the song to finish before I finally got out of my car.

Why is it that every electronic charger that I own sucks?

Also, how nice is it to just suddenly receive four hundred dollars after finding out that a position that you “volunteered” for is actually a paid position?

There are certain people in the world that I hate. Specifically, their names are John-Paul and Jordan. You may be asking what these two people ever did to hurt me so much that I would hate them. They did absolutely nothing to me. Really, the only reason that I hate them is that they are so much cooler and more awesome than I am. Honestly, I hate them because I'm envious. These two get to travel the world and collect coins and learn languages and such because their parents are missionaries… and that's all stuff that I want to do.

This past week, we had the opportunity to show a film called Dear Francis¹ to our student body. Some of the scenes in the film depicted Africa in such a beautiful way that I was just envious to go there. This summer, I had the opportunity to go to South Africa, but I had to turn it down to attend SIL up in North Dakota. I really have to say that SIL was amazing, but when I think about how great South Africa would have been, I'm really wondering if going to North Dakota was the right choice. Towards the tail end of the SIL semester, I was almost positive that I was going to go back to SIL the next summer, but now, I'm not quite sure.

While I was talking to one of my cousins who is a freshmen in high school, I asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up. He said that he didn't know. The irony is that I'm a senior in college, and I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up. I have no clue about which way I want to direct my life. I would have figured that after four years of college, I would know by now what I want to do, but it's not looking promising.

Some encouraging words that I heard came from a friend of mine named Meredith:² “It will all work out in God's time.” That's encouraging in the sense that it will all work out, but, at the same time, it's going to in God's time, and nobody knows when that's going to happen… except God of course.

1. http://www.dearfrancis.org/
2. Who I also hate with a passion for the same reason that I hate John-Paul and Jordan.

Why is it that when a bicyclist falls off of his bicycle, gets severely injured but returns to bicycling, he's considered some sort of hero who overcomes defeat and perseveres? Shouldn't he an idiot who continues to put himself at risk for climbing onto a fast, moving contraption that can't even stay balanced on its own? If he's not, why wouldn't it be perseverance when after a person gets injured, he continues his own hobby whether it's bicycling or… say firebreathing?