The Unsung Hero

High school has presented many experiences, many pleasant, but just as many have been of the sorts that you just have to endure. I have been through things such as talking friends out of suicides, and many other circumstances that were just so much less dramatic. This Post is dedicated to all the unsung heroes who are in our lives. Thank you.

As a teenager I am exposed to many things I’d rather just not discuss, but it’s necessary. In school you are exposed to partial (if not full) nudity, parents may sometimes think its not that bad in this world, but there are disgusting things in this sick world, there are drugs, there is erotic exposure, profane language, more violence than a war movie, and there are many, many more horrors that lurk in the halls: The teachers, I say this to give you an idea of why there are so many difficulties to being a teenager.

For girls it is especially difficult. We, as men(or teenage boys), are just flat out dumb. We can break hearts just as easily as we could break a pencil. It makes it incredibly difficult for the good guys who never want to hurt anyone. It is difficult on both sides, but the ones who take it the hardest are the ones in the middle. The high school best friend that you can always lean on.

This person usually is smart, kind, helpful, and maybe not quite so involved in the drama. He (usually the great guy friend) is subjected to both the highest and lowest degrees of honor. He is put through tasks that maybe are just too hard for the fragile person to handle.

This system has been around for as long as high school drama has existed. here is the basic layout: Guy is best friend with girl; girl is dating a total stone headed jock(maybe one of another click, but for sake of argument and stereotypes lets just say it’s the jock); jock breaks girl’s heart; girl comes crying to Guy best friend; Guy best friend carries his worries for her and her worries for herself, making it difficult for him to carry on with life because of stress around him; Guy desires to fix things for her; Guy helps her to fix up life; Guy may or may not become attracted to best friend girl in process; Guy wants girl to be happy; Guy watches as she makes the decision to be with some other not-so-freaking-awesome-as-Guy-in-fact-he-is-another-stone headed-jock(for the sake of argument and stereotypes); Guy the great (lets call him Superman, its a title that he deserves) gets his heart broken; Eventually girl moves on and never notices Superman, who has been there all along. Like I said, the Best Friend takes it hardest, but it can and has gotten worse, Superman happens to be best friends with both Stone headed Jock(for sake of argument and stereotypes) and Girl-whose-heart-is-to-be-broken.

Now for Superman the game has become even more difficult. He now has to play the good guy on both sides and fix things indirectly, and there is no way that he will ever get his girl because he wants both of them to be happy, and because he can’t live with himself if he betrays either of them. So he listens to both sides of the stories, swears secrecy to both of them, but little do they know that Superman now holds the keys to both of their hearts, and is capable of bringing them back together. Superman breaks his oath to secrecy and, doing what he knows is right(some secrets are better better not kept), tells one how the other feels. The problem fixes itself from there, and now Superman is happy, because his best friends are together, the secret foundation is soon to crash on him, but they will stay together, because they find that they do, in fact, still care for each other.

So this one is to the unsung hero, to the man in the middle, to the one who cares so deeply for happiness that he is willing to give up his own, to give it to his two best friends. It is how life has gone.

But, a glimmer of hope has found our dear friend Superman, he soon finds who he loves, and his life is better because he chose not to be with Best Friend Girl.

The moral of this story? Sacrifice is the best way to bring happiness for everyone. Superman may have endured pain, and been stabbed in the back with , but he is in fact the power behind the world. He is the man who will always be there because he does in fact love us. Superman is the unsung hero in your life. He is the father, he is the best friend, he is God, he is The Savior, and he will always be there.

So let us sing to our unsung Superman, let us look behind our own circumstances, and let us recognize our unsung hero.

One Intuitive 9th Grader

So I was looking through the stuff on my old USB drive and found, to my great astonishment and joy, a small collection of quotes that I would stay up and write at the begining of eighth and ninth grade. They are pretty cool, and pretty smart for a ninth grader, so I figured I would share.

There may be some who will not guide, and insist on following. These are the people who fear what they believe, but there are also those whose lust for the responsibility to guide only allows them to attempt proper leadership. These are those who seek to wreak the benefits and are selfish in their own actions.  There are people who guide, who follow, and who are faithful to the general cause that makes the action necessary. These are the people who thrive in all societies. These people grow and become capable of many great things. They lead and show the greatest ability in spreading all knowledge throughout the world. These are the chosen people of our great day.

-Taylor Hill

True leadership is the ability to show a path for others, but it is also ability in which we must show humility in all circumstances. Without humility we, as leaders, are nothing. There is always someone who needs guidance, but there is also always someone worth following.  There is always something that we must learn from the humble.

-Taylor Hill

How often do we find ourselves in situation in which we seem to be the only one? Why do we always feel so alone when there is so much potential in each human life? When life gets tough I recognize that I am not alone, that I have the same potential and ability to drive to the top of humanity. If I only grasp onto all good in my situation and learn from every circumstance in which I find myself. Then, someday, I will find myself at the top.

-Taylor Hill

Why do people choose exile over the light which is offered to them? Is it because pleasure is too big of a temptation? Is it because the light seems to be too difficult a path? Or is it both? Too often we are challenged on our beliefs, and too often we are only too keen to rid ourselves of them (our beliefs) because of our own persecution. We see ourselves in a mortal state of being instead of looking at ourselves with and eternal perspective. *Our world demands strong hearts. Humanities greatest moments have occurred when men step aside from common knowledge and choose to do, or rather to be, somebody or something extraordinary. Now is the time that we must strengthen our hearts and become the people who will choose the best path not only for themselves, but for the rest of the world. We were chosen to live at this time with good reason. Now is the time to live up to our own greatest expectations, to be among the extraordinary, and to choose light over exile.

-Taylor Hill

Oh My Land

Ok its been too long. I mean way too long.

So here’s what’s going on. I was at lacrosse practice and while playing defense with a shorty (no seriously it was only a foot long and didn’t even have a head) I was nailed in the neck by a hard rubber lacrosse ball that was traveling at about 80 miles per hour. Ouch. So I got off of the field, removed my helmet, loosened my chest pads and took sometime to learn to breathe again. So in other words I sat out for 2 minutes and then went back in and started playing again.

Well I got home and started typing up a paper– due the next day– and I started noticing that the light was hurting my eyes. Next thing I know I am having a hard time focusing on anything. My left side perefral vision is completely wack. Next my head starts hurting like nothing else in the world. WHat to do but tell mom, “Umm… I think I have a concussion.” and expect a response like, “Well, you smell pretty bad so go take a shower and then we’ll head down to the inst care.” woah… love you to mom. 🙂

I was just getting out of the shower when my eyesight went back to normal and my head stopped hurting, benefits of a clean body right? Wrong. We went to the IC only for the nurse to say, “That doesn’t sound very safe to me, I would head to the ER.” Umm… ok. Guess what my head still hurts at this point.

We get in the car and head over 15 minutes away to the ER to find it is really, really busy.  Guess what my head still hurts at this point. What to do but wait? There is the guy in front of me that looks so sick he could explode. There is the obese lady that thinks she has the swine flu, but can barely walk over to tell them that. There is the Soccer Team who is there to wish that their player wasn’t. There are the two guys with the roses. And here I am… stuck sitting in that nicely padded chair, probably getting the swine flu, or being splattered on by the dude that’s going to spontaneously combust. Gross. And guess what! Those three ibuprofen still haven’t kicked in so my head still hurts.

Well I finally get into the nurse’s office and she is really friendly. She knows about lacrosse and is pretty excited to see my sweet bruise. She tells me that there are more lacrosse injuries in the Hospital than football or hockey, which seems to say a lot. So I’m given my wristband and I’m stuck sitting across from spontaneous combustion guy again. Hasn’t he exploded yet? It’s only a matter of minutes.

Time ticks by and my head no longer hurts (thank you ibuprofen) but this guy seriously looks like he might explode and give me AIDs. Next thing you know he is standing up and greeting someone who is coming out of the nurse’s office. All of that build up for an Anti-Climax. What a healthy world we live in.

Next I’m taken to my room. Room 68, I only remember because from my previous high-risk seat it was about a mile to the other end of the ER. Yeah, walking to my room was like… running a marathon. About 30 minutes later a nurse walks in as pleasant as can be and just begins asking me questions. Then she leaves. 10 minutes after that another nurse comes in, takes 4 blood samples, and leaves. Then another with stories (I guess they don’t get the opportunity to be with such an incredibly good looking hilarious guys like me very often) and paperwork. I appreciated that. Then I’m stuffed into this MRI tube where I get an MRI and an MRA which lasted I guess an hour, I guess because I wasn’t awake for the whole thing.

Another hour of waiting in my room and the doctor comes in and is telling me that they think that the interior wall of my coradid artery is broken, and causing turbulence. That was what caused a clot which is what gave me the migraine and eyesight problem. But they needed to be sure how bad it was. So I’m taken to get a CAT scan and it was cold in that room. Like 50 fetching degrees… cold. So they put dye (iodine) in me which burns and makes me numb, but other than that it was  a good experience. I’m freezing and this nice nurse says, “Let me get you a blanket.” So he pulls one out of the oven for me and it was warm and I almost died of happiness right there on the spot. Alas, I was there to stay alive.

So the doctor comes into my room and tells me they were right, but still want to make sure I don’t need extra meds. So I get an ultrasound, which is freezing cold–why is it always cold in these stupid hospitals?– and they say it’s very minor. So they say take Aspirin and go home.

So my nurse tells me,  “Should’ve played basketball.” and I was like, “Basketball? You pansy.” and she says we’ll continue this conversation later. It’s already like 3 in the morning, and at that point I didn’t know if there was going to be a later. So she comes back around 3:30 and says, “Ok you’re free to go, oh and, basketball isn’t a pansy sport.” Then she walked out without giving me a chance to present my argument. Uncool.

Anyways, I made it home by 4 in the AM and slept that day until one. No more lacrosse for fall season, unless the doc on monday says otherwise. Who knows?

Moral of the story, try to avoid the ER. 🙂

“Light Up The Sky”

“Let me light up the sky, light it up for you, let me tell you why I would die for you.”

This one is for my best of friends.
I think I live a life that is fairly average, the only real abnormalities that I notice are the standards I live by and the strange friends that I love so stinking much… who are all different and unique in their way.

They all have talented voices, they are all smart, and they all have a passion for some sport or another. But in every way they are the best people I know. They are who I am and they teach me so much.

Let me tell you why I would die for you.
I would because you have all saved mine at some point or another. You help me up when I am down, you teach me so much it is incredible to me that you haven’t been translated, and you manage to love everyone around you. You are all a step above the average. So I love you, ladies and gentlemen, I love you. More than you may ever know, mostly because you don’t read this blog (grr…). Thank you

You’ve lit up my sky, let me light it up for you, let me teach you why I will always care for you….

To Be Heard

So far high school has been interesting. It’s official, despite my earlier predictions, there has been quite a bit more bad than good. I finally got over that grudge, which is good. I am staying in Concert Choir… which is good. I think that the only real reason that this year seems so terrible, is because I feel so alone.

Our family is always away, we are all so busy, that nobody can really keep up, and the chances just to lay back are so difficult to find that they are now recognized in our family as an endangered species. Good by computer, tv, reading, writing, and HELLO EVERYTHING SCHOOL RELATED! Required reading, writing, homework etc.

Then there is friends…. I love my friends, they are the greatest people in the world. However, I think there is something wrong with me; I don’t know what it is, but I can’t seem to shake it. My friends and I aren’t connected, it seems like its that time of year for me and I am so sick of being ignored I feel like I am going to burst. I have been holding so close to my standards that they seem to be getting in the way of bigger things. I don’t know if my grip is the wrong, but I know that it has been painful just to think about the future, because I am both afraid and intimidated.

It has been incredible to see the changes that have been made over the summer. There has been an unspoken with drawl… or conclusion, silently whispered amongst us that has pushed us apart. Drama has been destroying our little circle and I am afraid I cause it. I make new friends only to find that I am quickly despised by them, for multiple reasons.

Ok, despised just seems to strong a word… ignored. I talk too much, have too much of an opinion. I love being able to talk to people about what I think, and love to hear others opinions. So either they don’t care or they don’t have an opinion.

My good friend, with a code name of Minnie, said something to me: “If you want your life to be good, you have to make it good, it doesn’t just happen. Will your life to where you want it, pray, and it’ll come out alright.”
My other good friend, code name Tweet, said something that also made me think (we have a group of world renowned philosophers in our group of friends): “Look, I’m no expert, but I think that nothing you are going to do is change the past, so make the decision that is going to make you happy right now, and that will satisfy you the longest. We want you here, now, with us, because we love you.”
As you can see I have some of the most fantastic friends on the face of this whole earth and beyond. Jesus loves them and so do I.
I have finally come to the conclusion that I don’t necessarily need to be heard to be loved, I just need to love and do my best to help others to know I love them. Be a silent leader, one who can make it favorable for everyone, even if that means a little bit of a scare for me.
My silence is the key to my happiness, not my opinion. In order for me to be heard, I must be silent. Every word I utter must come through uncommon lips. Never silent, always thinking, helping, expressing, with acceptance.
I have it figured out once again. We live, love, and learn, by service; by silence; by being incredible through silent lips. Listen for me world.
I am here.

Aww Man…

First off, I have decided to change my writing style, I’m one for giving advice, but I think that this is really the wrong way to do it. Besides it’ll be easier to write about things going on than writing about philosophical things that just make me bend and twist, maybe someday, but not now.

Soo, here we go I guess…School is starting… ahh wonderful, beautiful, terrible, ugly, this sucks, holy crap… darn. I like school… you get to go and learn and read and write and… see girls… that’s good… flirt, go on dates, hang with friends, go to football, go to lacrosse, volleyball starts soon… 🙂 That’s a good thing.

As you can see I have very mixed feelings about school. There are many things that I am looking forward to, but also many things that I am most definitely NOT looking forward to. So I think I will only talk about the positive and direct this note to those who dread school.

Ok, school. I wake up in the morning at six A.M. and think about all the things that are going on today. Why does it have to be so long? My next thought revolves around how bad this whole school thing sucks. School seems to be a dominating destructive force in this lonely world. I write papers at night, read, do homework, and try my best to get to bed in time so that I have enough sleep for the next day…. It just doesn’t seem fair.

I sit in my bed and dread the very thought of the things that could be going on today; lacrosse practice, not bad, fun in fact, but in the way a little; chior concert… fun… I guess; homework… no guarantees there but more likely than not; lets see… school…. ok so first period is history, she is the greatest teacher ever, second is language arts not as fun but I don’t mind it, concert choir next… ok the teacher kinda bites but I like to sing, and then Agricultural Bio… umm… fun? What a crappy way to end the day. That stinks.

What can be worse… its a crappy day. Other than first through third, lacrosse, and chior… wait… that is my whole day.

I think I am letting the bad things spoil the good. I have 3 classes that are not only bearable, but some of which I love. I get to play my favorite sport and get to sing with all of my friends. I guess this isn’t so bad… not bad at all actually.

What else? The halls… what goes on in the halls? Well I get to talk to my friends, flirt with a whole ton of girls, eat food at lunch, and at the end of the day I can stay after and just hang out. You know this school thing just gets better as the day goes on.

I think that as students we let the negative get to us before we allow the positive to influence us. We are ignorant teenagers. Man, we’re dumb. Why didn’t I think of it before? So it turns out that maybe we are just so influenced by the general bleak outlook, most commonly seen in the teenager who speaks out the best. You know, school isn’t that bad, it is actually fun as long as you try your best to make it fun. Heck, this year is going to rock!

 

For all who are wondering my schedule is as follows:
1A. US History H, Simmons
2A. Language Arts H, Robertson
3A. Concert Choir, DeHaan
4A. Biology-Agricultural Science, McNair
1B. Creative Writing, Robb
2B. Seminary
3B. Yearbook, Lavin
4B. Computer Tech, Clawson

Courage

As you have probably read throughout my blogs, there are a great many factors that shape our lives. Activities that define us, and shape us into who we can become. Our decisions now will affect, although indirectly, every turn we ever make. Courage is one decision we have to make.

It was miserable in the streets of Iraq. It was 115 degrees plus all of the extra weight that the soldiers carry. We were trying our best to stay hydrated, which was proving a near impossible task. The heat was sucking the energy out of every man in the platoon.

It was dead silent in the streets. The wind was slipping through the alleys unnoticed as the troops slipped through. Silence was definately not the thing that American soldiers like to hear. Nothing was trouble. It was either empty and deserted– which by the recent tracks in the dirt, it couldn’t have been– or there was someone here. Watching. Waiting.

There was gunfire, and the soldiers grouped together and started to move through the streets. Searching for the gunfire. Then, out of nowhere, an explosion rocked the very buildings around them. The men were flung to the ground, and as they looked around, one noticed that the explosion was made by a badly aimed grenade. He saw another being launched toward them, and this time, as the platoon was on the ground, it wouldn’t miss. There was only one thing to do, as the grenade came toward the platoon, the soldier stood, took off his helmet, and covered the grenade. Shielding the rest of the platoon from harm with his helmet, and the rest of his body.

The grenade exploded, turning the helmet and body into shrapnel, but sparing the lives and many injuries that couldn’t have been dealt with. The rest of the platoon rose to their feet, to meet the fire, knowing what that man had given his life for them. They were all to live and fight another day.

This is courage. This is comradship at its finest. This is love. This is freedom.

I will compare courage to freedom because without couage nobody could have freedom. Religious freedom, racial freedom, political freedom, or personal freedom. We make the decisions every day to be free, to buck up, and make the decision to define our lives. For a teenage boy it could be the decision to ask a girl to dance. For an adult it could be to approach their boss and ask for a needed resource. For a child it could be saying no to a drug. For anyone it is coming out of your comfort zone in order to attempt to better your life or anothers life.

Courage is, bravery, and bravery, by one definition, could mean to defy, or dare. To DARE to move forward in a relationship. To DARE to believe. To DARE to ask. To DARE to jump on a grenade, and save a life. It is daring, it is bravery, it is courage, that leads us to do great things. To step out of our little bubbles and make the decision to do something, by your own standard, great. It is to dare to act. It was by daring to believe in God that Moses and his people escaped from Egypt. It was by courage that American soldiers took France on D-Day. It was through bravery that we, as American Citizens, were freed from the British.

I share a quote from The Doctrine and Covenants Section 68 (verse 6)

“Wherefore, beof good cheer, and do not fear, for I the Lord am with you, and will stand by you…”

It is by daring to be great, that we can aspire greatness. Step up, believe, DARE show the world who you are. Dare to be who you want to be.

Dare to believe. Do not fear. Step up, do the impossible.

Superman (To the T)

Suggestions!

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Not one month before I die…

Our lives are defined by a variety of things (some of which I have discussed on my previous blogs) one of them is events. There are some that you look forward to and others (like family reunions) that are just not so great. In about one month school starts again, which I am not really looking forward to. I was discussing this with a friend and he said, instead of focusing on school starting in a month, I should focus on all that I could do in that month. I have come up with a story— albeit extreme— that reflects a similar principal.

I could only sit and stare as I tried to concentrate on what He was saying to me. Thousands of thoughts were flying through my mind as I attempted to comprehend what the doctor was saying. The cancer was terminal? One month to live? No realistic options? The thoughts were burning paths through my mind, they were similar to the sickness that was already plaging my brain, or what was left of it.  All I can hope for is no pain? Perscriptions? My mind was in overload. How could  this happen to me? This thought was the most prominent of all others.

All of a sudden I could feel myself deteriorating. There is no longer hope, no chance, I have no future. More pain, more questions.

“Can I just have a minute to think?” I requested, interupting the doctor in midsentence.

“Sure kid, whatever you need.” He spoke quietly, standing as he said it. He walked out of the room and my mom, who was sitting beside me, began to stroke my hair. She was crying, each tear streaming down her face and spreading her make-up further down her cheeks. We just sat there. I shut my brain off, sick of myself, sick of this pain, this fear, this sick demonic suffering. Where is life? Where is opporotunity? What did I live for? Will I matter to anyone? And the last question before I shut off my mind: Will anyone even care?

This thought brought on more fear, and I began to feel senile, sick, and helpless. A child, an adult, an elder. The emotions took over, my muscles tensed and I was dying to hit something. Though the irony of the thought stopped me. I want to cry, I want to scream, and on top of everything, I want to live. Then all of a sudden, from somewhere deep in my mind, came the thought: Then live!

I leaped to my feet, unsure of what to do or how to feel, the confidence that I felt was almost unnerving. I had decided.

“Mom, I have one month, in the one month I have, I need to make up for the life I am going to miss.” I said it with a sense of purpose, which comforted me and seemed to arouse my mom.

“Ok,” she began, “first you graduate then the rest is yours to decide.” Graduation was only a few days away, and I was speaking. Valedictorian. My whole life ahead of me, and only one month to live it.

Graduation came and went and after the celebration I went up to my best girl friend and told her the news. She took it no better than me or my mom. She pulled in our group of friends and we all began talking about what to do. The girls were emotional, the guys were scared, but at least my best friend had the sense that we seemed to lack.

“What are we doing first?” He said.

“What?” I asked, scared, confused, and shocked.

“You don’t think you are living alone now do you?” He smiled, and they all looked at me and nodded. We stood there in silence, the peace was incredible. So this is what is worth living for.

The next day we were off, with a boatload of money that our parents donated to us. We flew to Florida and began our adventures.

Skydiving was incredible, swimming with sharks was exhillerating, midnight at the beach was comforting, and being with the people I loved was the best. Three weeks of comfort and life. Three weeks of being with my best friends. Three weeks of life. Three perfect weeks.

The most devastating thing we can ever forget is what we are living for. We must live life as it comes, but prepare for the future. You only have one chance. One shot at your own perfect three weeks that make last a month or a hundred years. What you choose to do is your choice, but the decisions you make should always take you where you want to be. God loves us, he wants us to be happy, not only to test us, not only to introduce us to pain and sorrow, but to learn what true happiness is. For me it is with my family at Christmas, opening presents and sharing them with my cousins. To me true happiness is having the laugh of a lifetime with my best of friends. To me, true happiness is found in the presence of the holy spirit. True happiness is being who I want to be, because it feels right. True happiness is perfection.

We need to live life, not just watch as it goes by. That doesn’t mean burn all your money on wishful experiences, it means always making the most out of everything you do. Live life with no regrets, live it to the fullest. God loves us and wants the best for us, so give Him the best. Give your family the best. Give it all your best.

Your Friend,

Superman (to the T)

Deterioration of Mankind

Stereotype: A fixed or conventional notion or conception. Basic psychology– in my opinion– embraces stereotypes and accepts them in order to make a basic finding on the person they are without having to know them. We make these distinctions by many things, whether conscious or not we are always judging. The way a person carries themselves, how they talk to someone, how they dress, how they smell, the color of their hair, and many other things lead us to make decisions about a person before we actually “know” them. “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” It happens, with everyone. But making those decisions help us to determine who we are.

My major bug is this: why do people always make the inaccurate decision based on statistics or stereotypes? Shouldn’t we get to know a person before making an accurate judgement? I know that some calls just have to be made and we are always incorrect in some way, I just don’t understand why I should be subjected to pornographic material even though I am neither 18 nor searching for a bare neked woman. Honestly (emPHasis on the “H” and “PH”). Yes I am male, but that doesn’t mean that I desire all that mere pictures can provide me with. No I will not by that stupid t-shirt that is advertising that bacon just because she is wearing it. It just makes me hungry.

Its like me looking at a large woman and asking, “So, when is the baby due?” you just set yourself up for a world of hurt boy. Isn’t there a way to block these things? I don’t value advertisements. I mostly think they are a waste of my time, actually.

But of course, who am I if not male? If not a teen? If not a student? If not LDS? I am constantly judging people, both accurately and inaccurately, so that I can make a decision on whether or not I wish to be around them. “Facistbook” (to quote my dear friend Soon-To-Be-Elder Cunningham) is subjecting me to material which is best kept to them.

“Now we all know what Naked people look like.” (Bro. Staples) Its true, if you are in high school or over, you know.

“Leading the rebellion.” (Bro. Jewkes)  That is what I attempt to do. I do not wish for general stereotypes to be publicized. I encourage everyone to become a person who will become a friend to all, and learn about someone, before you choose to demoralize them. Everyone is different, no matter how close they follow a stereotype.

Forever rebelling against the perspective of mankind (in general [ironic how that works})

Superman (to the T)

Humanity

I just thought I should shed a little light onto how small we really are.

Lets start with the little stupid things we do. To quote Jordan Spencer (who I love, oh so appropriately) “Take ties, for example. Why do humans wear them? Look at the car. Useful, but we look awfully stupid sitting on a glorified plank with wheels and overstuffed seats, staring straight ahead, sometimes gorging ourselves with delicious, fat-inducing edibles as the plank speeds along at thirty miles per hour.”

Ok, so now on toward the real topic. How about science? How about religion? Who thought of these things? Would the world be better without them? These two constantly conflicting forces (or perhaps two coinciding forces)(hmm…) cause more conflict in world history than anything before. More wars are fought over a particular belief than anything else.

So which is better: Science or Religion?

Well lets start with the most controversial of issues: Big Bang or God? The Big-Bang Theory basically states that the universe began when the basic elements collided and made a huge explosion, causing the universe to expand eternally. The matter left created stars which exploded and those rocks pulled in by gravity made planets around other stars. From there a lucky combination of cooled molten rock, liquid water, and algae created a living planet. The algae evolved eventually into humans, who have been evolving for the past several hundred billion years.

Religion (Christianity) God created the world in 7 days (7 being an obsolete number, could be several thousand years to us, but only 7 to him) he added man and woman on the sixth and they lived in the garden of Eden. Later they are out and eventually get to the present time. The ultimate goal is to get back to God through living as perfectly as possible. We aren’t perfect so the only perfect man ever to live sacrificed himself for us.

What do people want out of life? We want to be remembered. We want to leave our mark, we want to become the kind of example that people love. Living for this purpose has led men to do great things. If the Big-Bang theory is the answer, then we are all an accident. There is no purpose to life, is it worth living if we have no future? It’s a great reason to fear death.  We won’t be remembered, there is no point to life, there are no friends, there is no family, there is no point in even being able to feel, much less live. Where as, God will remember us, our friends will never forget us, we get to be with our family forever. We get to live forever.

Like I said, what is life without God? In my opinion Religion is better. It is better to believe in being remembered and living, than never having a life. There is no point to life if you are forgotten.