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A spark of hope.
by Vloek Norton, 18, male

January 29, 2002

The world could never have too much of God's grace, or will it be overwhelmingly satisfied with too much security. We cannot buy security, and yet people still fail to understand this concept of reality. We will have security when we can feel that we've done well in life. Security comes as a result from what we do. If all we've ever done are bad things, we're sure to face consequent insecurity in our lives. Like people say, what goes around comes around.
It is difficult, if not impossible, to find someone who are willing to put his or her trust in someone completely. We each feel that we have too much at stake for us to be so kind and be so forgiving of others.
Love can also make us feel insecure as well, because love is so dear to us. It has importance to our lives like nothing else can ever compare, and that's it compels us to feel afraid of the fact that we will lose it one day. But remember, nothing is for eternity, not even our own lives. God gave us someone to love so we can be complete as human; he has no intention for us to keep them forever! He doesn't give us love so that we can live; he gave us life so that we can love. Always remember that. Be strong, you're the house built upon your own foundation, nothing can demolish your life but yourself, and nobody will help you to rebuild it, besides you. Friends, like me, family like yours, they are all just part of your life, but they are not who you are. That's why I refuse to make friends of any specific type, because I believe that they all bring their own uniqueness and grace. Rainbow is so beautiful, and it is not made of one color. Friends will not set a guideline as to how we should live our lives. They’re just the colors we use to paint our lives with to make a beautiful rainbow out of us from the blue.
Anyhow, just like Gandhi used to say, we must be the change we wish to see. Peace start with P for people. It must begin with us. When we’ve done our part, we should feel deep satisfaction, but let us not be confined by this satisfaction and decline ourselves from helping those who are in most need of our assistance. Keep must keep on reaching out, we must open our arms to the world, because we never know whose life might depend on us.

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lol, I meant that you'll be remembered for your good writing. Not for the manipulating bit. Haha, I meant it as a compliment
Wanderer

youre contridicting yourself with the rainbow thing..... or mabe im retarted....
the dude

Nothing is more nobler than to be remembered for the good things, and yet, I am deeply troubled with the idea that when I die, the public will manipulate and redefind the life I led.
Vloek Norton

You know Vloek, I bet when you die (haha not trying to sound depressing) people will find all your writing and you'll be all famous and people will be quoting you all the time
Wanderer

I'm glad I can of your servic ;). And there are people like me, you need not to look any further than yourself :) A spark of light can shatter a world of darkness, but a world of darkness can not destroy that little spark of light.
Vloek Norton

Thanks, Vloek. I really needed to read that, it makes me feel so much better :) And as always, your writing is beautiful
Wanderer

Very nice. It's great to see someone so accepting and open here. It gives me hope that people like that are still out there somewhere.
ennui

Hippy.
turnip


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