Tradition Something passed down from generation to generation Ritual Something done regularly Revelation Finally realizing something
An example of a ritual I do is go to Magic the Gathering, vintage, tournaments every four weeks on Tuesday. Every 4th Tuesday of the month I go to Black Fyre Games and play the Magic the Gathering TCG. It’s one of my favorite things to do.
An example of a yearly tradition is on Christmas only children under twelve get presents from my grandma. Once a grandchild turns 13 my grandmother stops buying them presents for Christmas. My sister didn’t know about this and through a huge temper tantrum, over not getting a present.
As for revelations, I’ve realized that you can never truly know someone. You may think you know that person, but things start coming to light the longer you know them. People are unpredictable therefore their pasts may be hidden from friends and family. You can think whatever you want, disagree, but this is what I believe and arguing with peoples beliefs is fairly pointless.
I have been in the group home for a year and six months, and I have learned more then I thought I would ever or even wanted to. I put in for my last phase and got it so now I can have more home visits. Just one more level to go and then I go home for good, in like eight weeks I could and I plan on being out of here to do what ever I want. I think I miss my bed more then a lot of things, group home beds suck ace. I keep thinking that if I was on a LDS mission then I would only have six months left to be home lucky for me it’s going to be sooner then that. I have been there for so long that the other guys that where in there when I got there are all gone.
It feels so good to look back at where I was to whom I have become, but it seems like I could still be away from my family for another life time. The light, come to the light Mark. I wake up and see the path that I have made with my actions and how messed up I was and I didn’t even know. I’m tired but I need to finish strong and keep going at full speed. I see the end because there is nothing else I can do. I still can’t see the light at the end but I have hoped that it’s there.
My favorite time of year is spring because it means winter is over, and that I have a long summer ahead of me. Spring is amazing because everything is so green and full of life. Everywhere you go there is constantly a smell of fresh rain on the dank grass. The only downfall of spring is my hay-fever, but that can easily be cured with some allergy medication.
The activities that you can do during this time of year are bomb. You can ride dirt bikes, quads etc. Basketball and baseball season are during this time of year because the weather is perfect for outdoor sports.
Just last spring some of my best friends and I went camping up at Blackhawk trail, at the top of the Nebo loop. We had a hard time making a fire because by the time we got to our camp spot it was dark. And on top of that all the wood in the area was soaking wet from the fresh spring rain. But we searched in the dark for about twenty or so minutes, and finally we found a patch of dry wood lying underneath an extremely thick bush. The bush must have kept the wood dry, and lucky for us there was enough wood to last us the whole night. We drank gin and cooked tinfoil dinners. So we ended up having a good night camping after all.
Spring feels like a light sprinkle of rainfall, with a soft breeze blowing. The smell is like fresh pollen and budding plants. And the best smell of all is the smell of fresh warm rain. Everything is so full of life and sunshine, and that’s what makes spring the prime of the year.
My aunt her name was Gloria and she was only 46. Although she was so young she was slowly dying of Siros’s of the liver. As she was slowly dying from this, she never stopped drinking just kept going. Time went on and symptoms started to get worse. Then finally god stepped in and ended her pain and suffering.
Know watching some one die slowly right in front of your eyes is got to be the saddest thing you ever will see. Everyday watching her go trough her pain and suffering made me so pissed off. Lots of the time o just wished that I could give her my liver I felt very sorrowful.
Siros’s is a death that takes years or at what feel likes to take action. When life hits rock bottom and you find no way out the only thing left to do is the one thing that makes you feel happy DRINK. Alcohol makes people feel so good better then jumping from a plain with out no parachute. Until the day that day that is never to be forgotten, and the doctor tells you that you are going to die. The alcohol took three stabs at your liver. Looking into the eyes of some one that has no emotion is a scary thing. You never know what they are capable of. Seeing the changes that my aunt had to endure brings great sorrow to me. Her skin started to change the color of the morning sun and some hints of green. Like a flesh eating bacteria was slowly eating her away. This I can only assume takes all the color out of life and replaces it with a dark, deep, empty room. The only thing that is left to do is keep drinking drink as much as you can to get all senses out of your body and you don’t even know who are. Then the day comes when God swipes his mighty had down and ends all the pain and suffering.
Music makes me happy, just listening to it when I’m down or I’ve got nothing else to do. I’ll just pop in my ear buds and let the six string soothe my body, let the singer hypnotize my mind, and let the drums put a smile on my face.
The key to happiness, I think, is good music, totally rockin’ friends whom you can tell anything and not feel embarrassed about it, and a family who loves and supports you through everything you get thrown into. The key to happiness is having people who back you up when you’re in a tight spot, and who love you no matter what you do. The key to happiness has to do with you, meaning, believing in yourself and knowing you can push through with the hardest things in life and that you can succeed. That is true happiness.
Traditions are like culture. It’s just something you do based on your family. Usually you do them over and over without an actual meaning, but there usually there is a reason. Rituals on the other hand hold some sort of personal meaning to you. For example traditional weddings in America are done with white gowns and tuxedoes but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything to people, But in other countries a wedding should be very extravagant and they do a bunch of rituals.
I don’t have any traditions personally, but my family does. Most of them are pretty lame, but I guess it’s better than what some people have. My grandma has a neighbor guy come over every Christmas that looks like Santa and all the grandkids think he’s the real deal. I only have one Ritual; every Sunday I listen to Sunday night slow jam. Revelations are like epiphanies. I don’t put too much thought into things so I can’t remember any revelations I’ve had. Most of the time if I ever had an epiphany I was not in the right state of mind, so they weren’t really right, if ya know what I mean.
One day, I came home from school to find my pictures of my two older brothers were just a shredded mess of photo paper. I looked up and saw my Step Mother sitting on my bed, waiting for me. When I asked what had happened to my pictures, her response was,” they aren’t your brothers, I doubt you even know who or where they really are.” I was so mad I could boil water on my head!
It felt like my world was being taken away and replaced with this new, unfamiliar world. My evil Stepmom was taking over as if I was her own puppet. I wanted to scream and yell, but I decided against it because I couldn’t do much any way.
I came home from a long tedious day at school and discovered a pile of ripped photo paper. These once were the only precious pictures of my two older brothers, Dustin and Kevin. Having been the only substantial connection to my past, I was crushed into a million pieces. The Evil Brenda Monster was looming in the near corner. Having finally succeeded in taking my life apart, she smiled with satisfaction stating,” Your past is mine. Your life is mine. The way I see it, you belong to me you brat!” my world as I knew it went black as coal. A silent scream escaped my throat as I fell into a lonely, dead, black abyss. When I woke, every thing was changed. It was as if I was not looking through my own eyes. My actions were controlled like a remote controlled robot, the remote in the Brenda Monster’s ugly, clawed grasp.
In my family we have a lot of traditions. We have traditions for just about every season and also for holidays. I but my all time favorite is the ones that we have for the summer and also for Christmas. In the summer my family has two parties. We have one with my grandma’s side of the family then we have one for my grandpa’s side (these are both on my mom’s side of the family).
When we go to my Grandma’s summer party we either have a bbq or we all bring KFC to eat. When we all finally get to eating and talking we are usually all caught up on everyone else’s lives. After we are done eating and talking all the kids get together for our game of water balloon volleyball and other assortments of games. I like this family party because I know a lot more of the people that come to this party then I know that come to my grandpas party.
At my Grandfather’s summer party we all meet at a church and go out back to the pavilion were the rest of the family is already gathered. With this side of the family I don’t talk to anyone really but my close family because I don’t know anyone else. But none the less we still eat and talk to the family about things that are going on in our lives. While the adults are eating the kids are getting out the piece of black plastic that goes down the hill that eventually will turn into a water slide. Then all the kids go and change into our bathing suits so that we can start going down the water slide. This is what all the kids do while the adults are talking.
My two other favorites are the Christmas party we have one with the close family. In this party we all get together with our we have all bought one other present for another and one for every kid. Then we will all eat and open presents. The one with the Johnson side of the family we all get together and have presents that no one gets to see until after dinner because then one of our family members will go dress up as Santa. When he comes in all the little kids get really excited and can’t wait to go sit on his lap and get there presents.
These are my favorite traditions because my whole family will get together. When my family all gets together we get to find out what has gone on with the rest of the family. These are also my favorite because then you get to see all of your relatives that you haven’t seen for the rest of the year except for that night.
So, the other day we had a journal in class about happiness, what it really is and how you achieve it.Well, wouldn’t we like to know?To be honest, I believe that happiness is different for everyone and we all achieve it in different ways, though I also believe that happiness has the same base line.
I think that one thing it takes to be truly happy is loving myself.I mean, I remember when I use to hate myself and think that I wasn’t good enough for anything or anyone.That nothing I could do was right.Then I went through something called The Great Life.I went in thinking that I knew it all, thinking that I was happy with myself and the way my life was going.
Five weeks later, I found myself smarter and joyful.When my training ended, I left with the knowledge of who I am and I am a passionate, free, loving young woman. It’s because I know who I am that makes me happy.
I believe that most people are not happy because they don’t know who they really are or don’t love themselves.I think that most people aren’t happy because their just doing a routine, existing but not truly living.For those of you out there who “exist” my only advice for you is to get out there in the world.Find who you really are and love yourself.
