Hypaethral

That's right folks. I have steps, and they are great. Steps for all sorts of love and they have never ever failed me. And if they've never failed me, they must be fool-proof. So here we go! My steps in no particular order: 1. Get to know the person. And I don't mean favorite color, first job, blah blah. Sure that stuff is nice, but get to know the important stuff. Learn about their values, their dreams, fears, passions, strengths, weaknesses. Learn about what makes them who they are. "I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them they way they love themselves." 2. Serve them. I've always believed that service yields love. Why do you think LDS missionaries come home with a love for the people in their mission? It's because they have been serving them. When you are able to put others above your one wants and needs you are on your way to developing love. 3. Pray for them. This on...

Have you ever had that feeling for someone that is just so wonderful? It makes you feel like a million bucks. You're on top of the world and it seems nothing can bring you down. The sun seems brighter and the sky a bit bluer all because you have these feelings. For a moment, life is the best it could ever be. Then, as you spend time with that person you feel so strongly for, color drains a bit from the sky, the sun dims, and everything seems somewhat lackluster. It's not because those feelings have left you. It's not because that person is anything less than they ever were in your eyes. As a matter of fact, it's those very feelings and the very fact that that person is so amazing that bring you down. You feel all of those wondrous things and you expect them to feel them too. The only problem is that they don't. Either that or they do, but they don't show it. It leaves you with an ache in your chest. You do all you can to show them what you're fee...

The beginning of spring semester brought new tenants to my apartment complex. In my complex some individual units are owned privately so landlords set their own rules. In order to please their tenants, some landlords allow them to keep their small dogs even though it goes against BYU Off Campus Housing Rules and Regulations. This comes with a set of negative externalities, which were brought to my attention when a small pack of Chihuahuas moved in this past April. I started noticing little landmines of dog waste in the grass of our quad. Equally annoying, we began to hear the high-pitched yapping of Chihuahuas throughout the day. Now instead of being able to run around the grass without care, tenants have to be wary as they walk through it in order to avoid stepping in the piles of doggie doo. Instead of being able to enjoy the silence as we work on our homework or try to get some sleep, we endure the yelps of the rat-like canines. One day when I was walking through the quad I s...

So today I worked at the freshman cafeteria. The full time staff member over our area really got me thinking about things. He was born in South Africa. He played soccer in England. He lived in Portugal. He went to culinary school who knows where. When he played professional soccer he traveled all over for games. And now he's getting a Bachelor's followed by a law degree. All of that and I'm pretty sure he's only like five years older than me. Well, that got me thinking about my life. I was born in Utah. I grew up in Utah (I lived in Connecticut for a few months but that doesn't really count). And now I'm going to school in Utah. A lot of my friends will complain about Utah and tell me how much they hate it, and with home-state pride I defend it and proclaim my love for it. It is true that I love Utah, but living here my entire life, what do I really know? I've been feeling this itch lately to get out. I wouldn't mind coming back to Utah event...

It's interesting how our desires change. For some reason an e-mail between Jeff and I came to my mind today, and it's been stuck in my head. And if you know me then you know that when something gets stuck in my head I do one of the following depending on my laziness: 1. Write it on something (margin of notes, in my journal, on my pants, on my arm, pretty much anything). 2. Post it as a facebook status even if no one will know what it means. 3. Blog about it. Since I'm bored and not feeling too lazy I've opted for the third. Anyway, the e-mail. I'm not sure how we had gotten into this conversation but we were telling each other about our life plans. This was my life plan at age fifteen or sixteen: "Well I'm going to graduate high school. After that I'm either becoming a Navy SEAL or going to school. If I'm not a SEAL I'll go on a mission then come back and go through vet school. Then I'm going to work on a wildlife reservation as a vet...

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