Juliana’s Blog

To leap knowing the ground will hold,  To name the stars without being told. To see a castle in a cloud’s embrace, And never ask if it’s out of place. This was my original poem, just a few lines explores the innocence and beauty of being a child. From there I transformed my poem to something, well completely different, as written below: Lines drawn with sticks and dirt aglow, Tell stories only a young eye can’t miss. Bewitched by natures pleasant hue, The gift of ignorance paints their fingers. With this they discover something bygone, Claim it vain in an imitating blow. Smiles reflect what they surmise, Doleful is, the true unknown. Originally, when I wrote this poem, I wanted to capture the beauty of the innocence found in children that they no longer have when they’re older, but I think instead I showed their ignorance to real world problems and the reality of growing older and facing these problems. Although it wasn’t my first intention to write a poem about losing innocence an...

I sought once. Just like Siddhartha and Santiago, I desperately searched for a path suited for me. As I have mentioned many times in previous blog posts and essays, fulfillment for me has been found through Jesus Christ. People say you must walk in Christ, but in truth, sometimes I find it difficult to even stand with Christ. I know I’m supposed to, I know this is what will guide me, as He has been faithful to me before, I know He will not fail me now. But still, I’m at a standstill. I used to feel seen in my youth group I now feel alienated in. I fumble when I try to practice what I preach, a fraud when I give advice I know I need to take myself.  This bothers me. There is still more, a lesson I’m planned to learn. I’m aching to reach ‘enlightenment’, to have everything in my life feel right, but it feels like I’m stuck on a long, winding road, with no map, no wifi, nobody. They don’t talk about that in Siddhartha and The Alchemist, the reality of waiting. And for someone as im...