Thoughts that I need to get out of my head?

After this weekend I feel like I have a million and two thoughts and things going through my head; Simonhouse always does this though.

For one thing, how can we choose to feel like we're being "persecuted" about something, anything really, especially if it's something we know we shouldn't do as Christians, if we aren't constantly making a conscious effort to stop ourselves from doing it? Everyone struggles yes, but when you think about it, as a Christian, if we have a struggle, we should be consciously working against that struggle, c-o-n-s-t-a-n-t-l-y. But we get so defensive when someone (we'll use the example of a friend or parent or church member) calls us on it, acting like we're being picked on.

Another thing is this: why are there so many people that choose to look down their nose at someone, when they themselves aren't really a person at all? They simply copy those around them, trying to conform to something they like, without ever being a person on their own. And what happens to them, like, in the future. When they have to finally make a stand and start life on their own, without parents to tell them what to do, to make things happen for them, without friends to mirror and other people's ideas to take on as their own? And is anything even original? Honestly, I don't think so. Everything, e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g has been done already. Plagerism doesn't exist, because how can we possibly write a sentence that hasn't been written by some unknown author within the last 6-8000 years, by one of the trillions of people that have swarmed and thought and written before us?

Ugh, my head is so full right now. I don't want to write it out. But I do.

And then there's Simonhouse. The single most beautiful place in the world, to me. Sitting on the old broken dock, watching the sun that takes hours, 4 to be precise, to set, and the constantly changing skies that are NEVER the same, because every night there is a breathtaking sunset that even Saskatchewan can't possibly compare to... the people that ask me to explain what makes Simonhouse beautiful frustrate me so much. It's the kind of beautiful you can't see through someone elses words, it has to be experienced. It's a different kind of beautiful for everyone. Always. Some people love the presence they feel there, how God just always IS, you can feel it, that place is special. Or the types of friendships and relationships formed. Or the nature, or the lake. The music, the experience. For me it's the peace. Honestly, I don't get peace anywhere else like I do there. With the generator running in the background my head can finally think, with the earthy smell I can finally have my senses cleared. With the little girls hugging me I can finally feel some love. When I see the sunsets and the butterflies, the smiles, the history and the natural and simply beauty, I just smile. Because I'm at peace.

I guess I have to go stir my k.d.