Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Beauty

Beauty...oh, beauty. What a simple concept. And what a disastrous concept.

Beauty tears apart hearts. Beauty tears apart nations. Beauty starts wars. Beauty splits families. Beauty is powerful. Beauty is something we all want. Beauty is something some people give their lives away for. Beauty is something some people die for.

And yet the gift we were intended to be given was something entirely different than what our society has transformed it into. The gift of beauty is, and was meant to be, something within us, something that radiates out, not something we paint on, work off, or slip into.

I didn't understand this for most of my early life. And it made me a very, very sad person. To make a long story short, I eventually figured out what real beauty was, and it set me up for a much happier life.

I'm not going to say much more on beauty, except for this disclaimer: make sure you find out what type of beauty you're chasing before you put energy into cultivating it.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Strength

I think strength is a hard gift to grasp and fully take advantage of. It changes constantly throughout life, and you have to keep a careful eye on it to make sure it doesn't wander off. For example, as a child, I found my strength in my parents: they were my protectors, caretakers, and providers. As I grew older, I had to reinvent my strength. My parents' roles were to be examples of the type of strength I would one day find on my own. The problem was where to find it.

Adolescence is a hugely difficult time. You've let go of your parents as sources of strength, yet you don't know what your strength is, or if you even have any to speak of. The liminal stage is uncomfortable, but necessary. But I don't do well with ambiguity. So in an attempt to rush through that time, I sought my strength in places other than myself. I think this happens a lot.

Since then, I struggled with self-worth and purpose. Was I more than my race times, my friends, my grade point average, my college, my job? Was I more loved when I actually had a boyfriend than when I didn't? Was I more loved when I 15 and skinny than when I was 18 and womanly?

This questions didn't stop nagging me until I took the time (a very emotional and painful time) to pry my fingers off of these facades of who I was -- my essence, the strength of my being -- and let myself find the strength inside of ME, and, more importantly, define the source of my strength: Christ.

I realize how vague the concept of finding strength is. It's almost like claiming you have a soul. A soul's not tangible, you can't find it in your physical body, yet we all want to believe we have one, don't we? Who wants to say, "I don't believe in souls. I don't have a soul." (What a heartless bitch). Finding strength within yourself is much like this. It's silly and frustrating to try to explain, yet you know when you have found it.

But when you are weary and convinced your reservoirs of strength have run dry, as will inevitably happen in this world, remember - you don't always have to be strong. On the contrary, let yourself be vulnerable. Let yourself be renewed by the source of all strength:

"We are glad when we are weak and you are strong. Your restoration is what we pray for. ... I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. ... For when I am weak, then I am strong." (2 Corinthians 13:9; 12: 9-10)

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Twelve Gifts

There's a children's book my mom gave me when I graduated from high school that I look back on now and then to take inventory of my life. The Twelve Gifts of Birth basically overviews what the angels give each child when s/he is born to aid him/her in a happy and loving life. They are as follows:

  1. Strength - "May you remember to call upon it whenever you need it."
  2. Beauty - "May your deeds reflect its depth."
  3. Courage - "May you speak and act with confidence and use courage to follow your own path."
  4. Compassion - "May you be gentle with yourself and others. May you forgive those who hurt you and yourself when you make mistakes."
  5. Hope - "Through each passage and season, may you trust the goodness of life."
  6. Joy - "May it keep your heart open and filled with light."
  7. Talent - "May you discover your own abilities and contribute them toward a better world."
  8. Imagination - "May you nourish your visions and dreams."
  9. Reverance - "May you appreciate the wonder that you are and the miracle of all creation."
  10. Wisdom - "Guiding your way, wisdom will lead you through knowledge to understanding. May you hear its soft voice."
  11. Love - "It will grow each time you give it away."
  12. Faith - "May you believe."
Over the next few days, weeks, however long it takes me to complete my new project, I plan to review each of these birthright "gifts" and reflect what they mean to me, how I have applied them to my life, how I hope to use them in my life in the future, and how my perspective toward these gifts has changed since the blissful innocence of my childhood (maybe that I don't even view some of them as gifts anymore?).

Keep posted.

The Start

My life is busy and structured, and I love it. But I feel as I grow older and inch my way to career-hood and full-fledged adulthood, the whimsical and creative nature of my writing, as well as my thinking, is disappearing concurrently.

This is my attempt to shake off the shackles of pattern and literalness. Publicly (always makes things more interesting).

xoxo,
Gossip Girl

(just kidding)