Last night I had a nightmare,
the first in a long time.
It was one of those dreams that paralyze you,
I woke up and was too terrified to even move.
After laying completely still for fifteen minutes I got the courage to get up.
I ran to Quincie's room.
She let me share her bed with her for the rest of the night.

The past doesn't exist anymore.

The future doesn't exist yet.

Squish your thumb and index finger together- the present is smaller than that space.

It's barely exists.

I try to think about the present, but then a second passes and I'm in a new present.

And then that's gone in a blink of an eye.

The past and future don't exist.

The present is so minute it almost doesn't exist either.

Do we exist?



What is beauty and what does beautiful even mean? The perfect eyes, nose and face? What is the perfect face? I don't know. I don't think anyone really knows.

Today in church a lady bore her testimony and explained that God created us each perfectly. We shouldn't hate our looks because every one of us is beautiful and a sacred creation of Heavenly Fathers. I believe this one hundred percent. Yet, no one looks the same so how can we each be perfect?

I think that maybe Heavenly Father made our appearance perfect for somebody else. Maybe, just maybe, we look like we do because we will be attractive to the person we are supposed to marry. Maybe our looks are designed to attract that person that we are supposed to be with.

Hmm... I'm not sure but I would like to think that's true.

There is only one person who has the ability to always make you happy, and that's yourself.