Realization.

One Pain. One Joy.

The Joy, that the Gospel is true. Everything about it is real. It's tangible and there.

You can see it,

Touch it,

Feel it,

Hear it,

Taste it.











The Pain.

That the people you love, people you can't help but love, people you yearn to hate, and were always meant to love, will never experience that Joy with you.

That they will never see the Light of the Gospel.

That you will be cut off from them.










The double Pain,

The Pain that nearly over masks the Joy,

The Pain that makes you cry in such a place as the Temple in sorrow...


Is the fact that those loved ones chose their path.

They chose to leave the Spirit.

To affect generations because of their choices.

To make pain and suffering to those around them for their own selfish reasons

To bring sorrow and years of pain to so many because Satan told them they could have what they wanted.

Because they wanted to satisfy passing wants and carnal "needs".


To make it so that your eternity was affected in such negative ways.











And we're not even allowed to ask why.

We can't cry and blame someone else in ignorance.


Because we know why.

We know why it all happened.


Know why we will be cut off from loved ones that should have been sealed to us for eternity.

It is because we are left to tell.

We are left to find the Light through the Dark.

And because of this, we love the Light all the more.

We experience more and love it so much more.

We find the Beauty that everyone else rejects and ignores.

We must take that Beauty and that Light and show it for what it truly is to all of the world.

Take it and express it in ways so that the world can understand its glory.

We've got work to do.

Light

So...

All is changed.

All.

Every last bit of it,

None of it is the same


And I will never go back.



There will be moments.

And you will probably hear of them...

But they won't take me back completely.



My life is not changed so much


But my heart is.


I have had a fine dose of



Perspective.




All is gone

And all has come.


I want all of my friends to leave after school.

I want to find new faces.

New places.


I want to start over.


So I can make friends with people who meet me as the person I truly am.


As whoever I choose to be



Not what my past dictates me to be.


I am Free.


I am Strong.


I am Good.


I am Me.


I am Light.