Juliana’s Blog

My sister today, when my brother was picking on her, kept looking at him and saying, “Vhat?” Her exaggerated accent amused my entire family - to my brother’s dismay. I thought it was pretty funny. I don’t think my brother did. There was a girl in my 2nd-grade class who always got picked on for being “weird.” I would join in sometimes too. I thought it was kind of funny. I don’t think she did. Once, I overheard a group of adults mocking a disabled person, imitating the way she walked and laughing about her terminal condition. I didn’t really know how to feel about that. The kids in my elementary school would bully and shove this boy around until he was injured. My mom had told me never to be mean to him. After she said that, I didn’t think it was that funny. At my uncle’s funeral, his veteran brother cracked jokes and laughed while the rest of us cried. My brother unknowingly laughed with him. I didn’t really think that was very funny. When my friends laughed at my little brother, teasi...

Time is a intriguing concept. When I think about the meaning of time, a lot of conflicting ideas come to mind. The human aspect of me wants to visualize the idea, conforming the idea to a definition in a dictionary, with a diagram beside it; maybe it would be a circle, infinite, versatile, aligning with the infamous quote “history repeats itself”; maybe it would be a road, rocky, twisting, the end never quite captured by our simple eyes. But, metaphors and analogies never seem to embody the true essence of time. The more I aim to grasp its fading whisper, the more elusive it becomes, slipping through my desperate fingers, the only true remnant being the wonders of experience my mind grapples to process. The spiritual aspect of me however, compares time to my faith in God. Two concepts that I believe to be true, yet cannot wrap my superficial mind around. However, the difference between time and my Lord is not their conceptualism, but instead their reliability. I look to my devoted fait...