Pollution.

This world is filled with people looking for something to hold on to.

Anything.

People questioning life and their existence because the world has forced them to be skeptical.

I am so tired of hearing things about the world that just tear me apart. Talking to people who are willing to give their lives away in order to get the best job, or to find a husband, or to be apart of this world. But why? Why are their so many people who are content with changing for the world? I sat and talked with my friend Margot last night about what makes us the way we are. What things influence us the most. And it got me to really think about what I let influence me.

I made a list. And today, while i was driving to king george I thought about it. My life has become so complex. The number of things that I am influenced by scares me. I have changed so much in the past year and a half, and when I think about influences, i have to wonder how much of this change was really me. I am sure we are all guilty of it, but it makes me angry how often I change for people. or the world. or young life. or my friends.

I want to be real. I pride myself on being this down to earth person. but am i really who I say i am? Are any of us? I feel like im confident in the person that i have become, but i cant help but doubt myself when i look at all the things that impact my life. its convicting! So many things have the power to pollute my life, and i just let them. wheres the fight in that?

I want the things that influence me to be concrete. real. Something that I can hold on to.

"He then called the crowd together and said,"Listen, and take this to heart. It's not what you swallow that pollutes your life, but what comes out."