Tuesday, October 14, 2014

WHICH WAY WILL YOU GO?


While taking a morning run up the Wasatch State Park canyon in Midway, Utah I came onto this road sign. Now I see these road signs on a regular basis, especially living in an area that is near many  canyons. However, when I saw this sign it meant something different to me then "slow down, tight turns ahead." I saw this sign as a sign for life. 

With the short amount of years that I have been given here on earth I have come to the conclusion that life is full of turns. Turns you choose, turns you don't, turns you have to slow down for, turns that are narrow and dangerous, and turns you can feel at complete ease on. I am at a stage of life where I am allowed the freedom to choose many of my "turns," and I have to say I quite enjoy it.  In the past six months I have chosen a turn that will change my life forever. I have decided to go on an LDS mission. Now I reasoned back and forth whether or not I wanted to mention or state my religion on this blog. I didn't want people discrediting me simply because I am a Latter-day Saint. I don't want anyone to feel as if I am preaching or demeaning any ones beliefs. I am a strong believer that every human being has the right to choose what they want to believe in, whether it's religion, nature, success, etc. I have chosen to believe in Jesus Christ because it is what fits for me. One of my favorite lines in a local artist's, Joshua James, song Beware it says, "And if its comfort or peace in religion you seek And it makes you feel whole, then it worked, don't you think?" Whatever you choose to believe in, you are still a human being and still someone that I would love to learn from and get to know. Now I want you to know, I will not mention my faith very often, unless it feels necessary to do so. So whether you agree with what I have chosen to believe in or not, try to see me in common ground (we are both human beings trying to find what works for us).


Now I am moving to Hong Kong, China for 18 months and will be unable to write on this blog until afterwards, however I promise you that the wait will be worth it. I am off trekking on a new adventure and I cannot wait to report back to you all about it. For now I leave you with these words. Believe in something, believe in something that makes you feel whole, that makes you want to become better each and every day. Develop a passion for a cause and advocate for it. We often times think, well what's the point if I know people across the world or even across the street will just keep on doing what I am advocating against. I have often felt this way, until I read a New York Times article called "Why Bother?" Now this article is advocating for an environmental cause, but I feel it can be applied to any cause you may be passionate about. You may think your voice is insignificant but trust me that even if your voice impacts one single person, that will be worth so much more then impacting absolutely no one by keeping your mouth shut. 

Life is going to take you onto so many different paths. Just remember that you are on earth for a reason, and someone's life is waiting to be changed for the better. Someone whose life could only be changed by you. So open your mouth and speak, become educated and passionate about things you love. Share it with others and as you ground yourself with something you love you will find that you will always have it with you regardless of which turns your life takes. Thanks for reading. Until I return...good luck.





Sunday, September 21, 2014

INDIVIDUALITY - THE RWANDAN GENOCIDE.


Individuality – the quality that makes one person different from ALL others.

The garden you see above is called the “Rose Garden.” The Rose Garden was a monument located within a genocide museum located in Kigali, Rwanda. This garden was planted with each plant being a different species of rose/flower representing the individuality of the lost souls. As I sat in this garden, I began pondering on how we often generalize to lessen the pain of such atrocities. There were estimated to be around 2 million victims (in a recent report) in the Rwandan genocide – sound familiar? We generalize every person who was killed into a lifeless buzz word “victim.” In some cases, the people who were killed didn’t just have death come upon them, they fought; they fought for survival, they fought for their families, they fought for life. Each and every person we lose has their own story, whether it is long or short. 

During my interactions with the local Rwandan people I heard stories of extreme grievances, gruesome torture, and countless torn apart families. To give you a few examples, here are two stories I was told on a first-hand account.  I met a man (he will remain unnamed in order to protect his privacy) who had been sent off to catholic boarding school when he was younger. It so happens that because he was in a religious school, he along with his school mates were not harmed in the genocide. When he was released for holiday, he was informed that every family member, excluding his sister and father, had been burned alive in one of the relative’s homes (30 people in total).  The second account that I heard was of a boy who is twenty-four now, but was only four during the 1994 episode. All he remembers is that there was so much killing. He remembers not understanding why everyone was running the streets with machetes and clubs hurting his neighbors. He recalled one moment when he was hiding in the bushes near his home and as he looked across into his friend’s yard he watched all of his friends stand in a line getting hacked by a machete one by one (keep in mind he’s only four). He then returned home to find the same happening to his father and brothers. He was left alone with his sister.

To these survivors, their families and friends, these people were not simply “victims,” they were people they loved, people they played futbol with, people who existed in some of their fondest memories. Yes, these people may have “fallen victim” to the horrible circumstances, but we MUST recognize that each one of the people whose lives had been taken, came from somewhere. They came from families, they had trials, they had hopes and dreams, they had hobbies and jobs, and they were in fact a lot like each one of us. In one of the museums/memorial sites I visited in Kigali, there was a room completely filled with pictures of some of those whose lives had been taken. Some were smiling, some making funny faces, some holding their children or hugging their family members. Each and every one of these people was their own individual with their own life story.

One of the my favorite scenes in the movie Hotel Rwanda (a reenactment of the Rwandan Genocide) that impacted me,  is a conversation between Paul Rusesabagina (hotel manager) and Jack (American Journalist) in regards to video footage Jack had shot of the streets in Kigali:

 Paul Rusesabagina: I am glad that you have shot this footage and that the world will see it. It is the  only way we have a chance that people might intervene.
Jack: Yeah and if no one intervenes, is it still a good thing to show?
Paul Rusesabagina: How can they not intervene when they witness such atrocities?
Jack: I think if people see this footage they'll say, "oh my G** that's horrible," and then go on eating their dinners.

Now, you must understand that I am I not saying that we should all go and become depressed over the millions of atrocities that occur by the second all of the world including our own back yards (trust me I have taken this route), however I am saying that we need to recognize the fact that the people who these things are occurring to are actually real people (hey imagine that!). We cannot simply override them as “another problem I can’t help fix.” Keep them in your hearts, and at least give them the time of day as to become educated about their situation, or at least pay tribute to them in your own special way. 

 Messages written to pay tribute to those affected by the Genocide
  I use this post, along with the empathy in my heart, as a tribute to the many lives that were taken, as well as the many lives that were affected by the Rwandan Genocide. May God bless their souls, and may they rest in peace. 

Friday, August 1, 2014

I'M AWAKE, LOOKING AT THE STARS.


What does it mean to truly be awake? While driving in a rickety van crammed full of "Muzungus" (whites), a few of us played with the meaning of being awake. I looked up a couple definitions of the word and ended up with a consensus of it simply meaning not being asleep, to rouse from sleep if you will. However, there are often times I feel as though I am alive but not truly awake, and no I don't mean when I am trying to scrounge out of bed early in the morning. I mean when each day simply becomes a routine. When each moment no longer becomes relevant or even important. When the wave you receive on the street doesn't give you a second thought, or when your senses just seem dulled. Why is it that as we age we often loose sight of true excitement? We begin to step away from the question "why" and instead decide that it is not worth our time to ponder about it. We simply live off of others' perspectives of issues we seem not to understand.

Village Woman Washing Her Baby 
There have been few moments as I have grown that I can truly say that I was "awake." It disheartens me to think about what makes me truly feel -- love, heartbreak, fear etc. Why is it that we no longer take the time to become excited about a newly shaped cloud, or take the time to try and find the end of a rainbow? Our lives have become so congested with things that don't seem to matter. Ugandan life has helped me to realize the amount of unnecessary frills that we use to make ourselves feel alive. The families here have their siblings, their friends, their land (sometimes less) and yet I have not met a group of people that has a greater spirit. I feel as though the Ugandans have figured out what it means to be "awake." They have figured out what it means to live... and not in the way that we tend to think is living. (success, partying, sky diving etc.) This has led me to think of the quote I once read and really liked. I feel it applies to what I'm trying to say.


As I sat on dirt floors of a school room, I was surrounded by smiling children. Not caring that their uniforms were dirty and torn, they sang and danced with so much life that I couldn't help but feel truly "awake." At this moment, I felt a happiness that I didn't know existed. These school children were so excited to preform for us. After a couple songs, they came and pulled us up to dance with them. We jumped, sang and just enjoyed being together. I had no idea that true happiness could come from such a menial act. In this moment, I had realized what it means to "look at the stars." We may never have everything we want in life, but we must realize that we are blessed to have what we do. We must learn to stop looking at the mud and lift our head to the stars realizing that our perspective is everything.



Friday, July 25, 2014

COLOR.

Stores in the Grand Bazaar

Where has the time gone
Where is my old disguise
The world has opened my soul 
And led me to my hidden demise

Every experience reaches new heights
As my discovery of the world brings new lights
New questions, new outlooks, new thoughts
My brain quickly finds more empty lots

The world can change a human like me
And a new found traveler you may be
Stop, put down the pencil and skip the math
Run with the wind and find a new path

Please open your eyes and look around
Your heart can feel the emotions that surround
If you let the colors of life guide you
You will find your dreams may begin to come true.