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Study it out

Decisions. Big ones. Small ones. Insignificant ones. Defining ones.

I've experienced a lot of change lately. Moves, new classes, switching wards, new friends, new feelings, and the like. In the rush of it all, some pretty big decisions have come down the pipeline. I'm not one to pass by an opportunity, so I usually lunge at anything that looks good. For example, I was recently admitted to the MBA program at my school. As I ponder my reasoning for applying in the first place, along with the additional expenses and time it would require to follow through with this course of action, I've learned about the decision making process.

In a way, it's good to take advantage of opportunities when they come. After all, they are not lengthy visitors. I tend to work helter skelter to snatch them up, realize after some time that I've bitten off too much, then find a reasonable compromise or drop them altogether. Now that I've discovered this about myself, hopefully I can make…

Hero

I wrote this poem when I was 16. Blast from the past!

“Who is your hero?” The school teacher asked.

“Or do you know?” She looked at the class.

Later that day, a young man stood.

He had thought hard—as hard as he could.

“Who is my hero?” He wondered out loud.

And he searched the faces of the after-school crowd.

The young man shrugged, but inside he knew

There was something he had to do.

“I’ll find me a hero!” the young man said,

And he laid out a plan inside of his head.

Later that week, the boy began.

He’d created a list—step one of his plan.

The list contained names that at a glance,

Were possibly heroes--or at least had a chance.

Then he'd put each name up to the test.

His hero criteria would take care of the rest.

First, there was Dan—a really cool guy.

He had many friends, and the boy wondered why.

He’s on the team, he runs really fast—

Wait, why did he trip that poor kid as he passed?

Look at him now, he’s cussing a storm.

Does he really think that’s part of the norm?

“I don’t like that,” the boy t…

Night

Night.

Perhaps the most beautiful time of day.

And the most deadly.

Because thoughts multiply.

And feelings surge.

And the stars stretch out forever

Just like life's possibilities.

By the light of a three quarter moon

I stare at the back of my eyelids

And see yesterday,

And see tomorrow,

But cannot see today.

Questions come, unyielding,

And boggle my drowsy mind.

I knew the answers yesterday.

I'll know them again tomorrow.

But night is now, and I can't see.

It's true that every sunset

Leads to a morning,

But lots of songs leave out the part

About night.

The happy choice

There is a difference between faking happiness and choosing to be happy in difficult circumstances.

Try not to confuse the two.

The friend discount

My second cousin works as an electrician. People in his neighborhood often ask him to do work for them, and they tend to either ask for or expect what might be termed "the friend discount." In other words, they want him to charge less than the value of his work. My cousin, being a kind man, often finds himself doing just that. Isn't this backwards?

Here's the question. Who is the better friend, the one who expects a discount or the one who offers a bonus?

If my friend were an electrician, and I needed work done, I'd ask him to do it because I'd want to give him business. Knowing that he does excellent work, I'd also give him a glass of lemonade or make him lunch as he worked. What's more, I might slip a few extra dollars into the final payment to show my appreciation not only for his work, but for our friendship.

The best friendships flourish when neither party expects the other to give special treatment, yet both parties dole out special treatment in…

Why music moves me

During winter break, I was digging through old stuff, and I found a CD I hadn't heard in a long, long time. It's the recording of a concert I played in with the Timpanogos Chamber Orchestra in 2001. This is what I did on Saturday mornings all through high school. I was in 9th grade at the time of this recording. I started listening to the CD, and I was blown away by what I heard. Here are a few tracks for your listening pleasure.

Meditation by Joseph Suk

Andante from Rakastava by Jean Sibelius

Praelude from "Holberg" Suite by Edvard Grieg

Rondo from Serenata Notturna by Mozart

Can you believe this is a bunch of high schoolers? I have a hard time believing it when I listen. Amazing. The orchestra was (and still is, I believe) conducted by Lois Stout.

Music moves me because it's been such an important part of my life since I was a little kid. I feel lucky to have been part of such a magnificent group at such a young age.

Vagabondage

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Vagabond: A person without a permanent home who moves from place to place.



Pictured here is the illustrious House of Blues (HOB). This house represents the sole exception to the following statement: During the past 7 years, I have not lived in one place for more than 8 months. I lived in the HOB for about a year.

Now, I'm just as adventurous as the next guy, and I've thoroughly enjoyed the time I've spent moving from place to place. I'm fairly confident I'll continue to do so until I get my first long-term job. I have this to say, however, about vagabondage...it gets old. So as I continue to enjoy my present lifestyle, I find myself looking forward to a time when I can have a true home base.

It doesn't have to be much. Just a place where roots can begin to grow (the proverbial kind, of course). A place I can actually keep clean (i.e. not an ancient, decaying structure). A place I can decorate. Nothing girly here--I just want some pictures of the temple and othe…

Where in the world?

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A good friend of mine just returned from a 6 month stay in Taiwan. As she showed me her pictures and told me a little bit about her experiences, I was reminded just how awesome the world is. Taiwan seems so far away and so foreign, but it was clear from her pictures and stories that people are people no matter where they are. Cultures differ, but we all have so much in common. I hope the future holds many opportunities to travel and see a little bit more of this amazing planet and the people who inhabit it.

If I could travel to three countries, I would choose Russia, France, and Africa. Yes, I am aware that Africa is a continent, not a country, but I haven't decided which part of Africa to visit yet.



Russia - Why Russia? Well, I lived there for two years, and that was a mind-blowing experience. However, I lived in a part of Russia so remote that most people don't realize it exists. Vladivostok. Having gained an appreciation for the history, culture, and people of Russia, I want…