People, Just People

Just recently, I was invited to an event on Facebook called, "You're Beautiful." It was an event that called for women (and men) to see themselves and others as beautiful, and not to degrade themselves as they may from day to day. I don't mean to seem cliche when I say this, but I see people as just what they are: people. Race, religion, so-called "social status," or even personality type, people are just people to me. Shy is my dispostion, and therefore people in general intimidate me because I feel as though I may screw up my first impression, but yet they are all people to me. I believe in equality, despite the fact that this world may never know true equality among the human race. So my question for this week (for myself and few readers) is how do you view yourself and others? Do you seem them as below you, above you, or just merely equal? Have we not all come to this earth in the same way, for similar (if not the same) purposes, and shouldn't we all have the same opportunity as everyone else? Take some time to think about the phrase "you're beautiful." What exactly does that mean? It entails some hardy concepts; much to swallow if one really thinks about it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and is more than skin deep; it's everything we see in this world; it is a rose in full bloom, a rainbow in full brilliance, a smile at full power. Beautiful is not just a word, it is an abstract concept that take much thought and true devotion to truly understand.

Change is Everything

Adjusting to the new conditions that I am faced with once again, (a new family; again), and a new job, and many new prospects waving hello to me right now in life; I have been faced with change so often, I find it almost normal for some routine that I've become accustomed to, to change. Sometimes, I find people think that change is difficult to handle, because it brings about new challenges and new obstacles. But, I suppose I embrace challenges and hardships better than some, because I enjoy change, actually I look forward to it. That may very well change someday (how ironic), because everyday things change slightly; we move forward each and every minute of our lives, and therefore change may very well take over my very being, and no longer have that connotation of positive and enjoyable. I find it rather funny that many students nowadays, are either very much adaptable to change, and actually find it boring sans-change, or they are the exact opposite: they enjoy falling into a pattern and doing the same thing everyday, so that no new hardships come their way. Actually, just today, I was in church, and the pastor spoke about inmates not wanting to embrace the change of being let out of the prison. So here's my quick question: is change a prison, in which we fear something becoming different and accelerating pain and suffering (or even the possibility of joy and happiness), or is it a paradise of sorts to where we can depart from the norm, and come to a new way of living or being?