freshman day #108

the Snow.

It's a winter wonderland here, I cannot put it any other way. The snow blankets the ground, literally blankets the ground. I see why they use that personification because it truly looks it. It's this thick, soft layer of snow that envelops everything, and it's so beautiful. It snowed all day long, but it was a magical world I tell you. White as far as the eye could see. The snow has melted a bit and it's a bit mushy, but the snow that sits on the evergreens looks more like the paintings and images you see on Google and in the detailed children's books illustrations. Everyday it'll mush up a bit more but then it'll refreeze overnight when it gets super cold. 



Today a friend asked me if I would cry if my roommate died. Or if my roommate would cry if I died.
(What a strange question don't you agree?) And then they told me they didn't think they would cry if I died. 
At first I was stunned. Wow, thanks, really? Ouch, icicle to the heart. 
But then I thought about it. Why do we cry when people die? Why do people cry? Crying is such a strange concept, do you not agree?
People cry when they're sad. Does crying intensify the sadness? Does it relieve the sadness? Is it just a side effect, a product of sadness? I'm sure some science-y person could answer some of those questions, but I'm much too lazy to look it up.
When do I cry? I cried when my little rats died. When Lady died. I cried when I got a C on my second pre-calculus test in a row, when I failed with a D on my second calculus test in a row. I cried when I didn't make All-Region, every single time for the next three years. I cried when I was rejected by UNC. I can make this list go on for several more lines, but that would be much too touchy and emotional and that would just be preposterous. And I don't believe I've experienced anything of a gravity that warrants tears.
But even Jesus wept after hearing of the death of Lazarus. He was "deeply moved and greatly troubled." And yet 9 verses later Lazarus walks out of the tomb alive.
I don't know who I would cry for. I would say everyone I love. But honestly, that list extends out pretty far. I guess I won't know till I get there. (Well I would awfully hope that I won't have to experience that much if not ever, but it is a part of a life) But when I die, I don't expect anyone to cry for me, but would you be happy for me? Because I can't express enough how excited I would be to be with Christ. And I know I will get to be happy for a lot of y'all as well because of that :)
This is just a strange rant, but I think it's incredible to think about just all the emotions that God gave humans. Happiness, sadness, madness. (Ahaha that's me right now, I love exams+projects+mother nature if you get what I mean) God has truly made life an unbelievable thing. Even if our "lives are but a mist that appear for a little while" before they vanish.

This was supposed to be published on Saturday...oops.
THE END.
12.06.2013