Cheating

It disgusts me.

What happened to integrity?

Oh, right. It's not actually that bad because you'll never use this information in the future anyway.

Oh wait... aren't you going to be an engineer?

I sure hope you are not a structural engineering major...nor any other major.

Actually, I hope you get caught.

Or maybe you'll just stop.

Really? You'll just rationalize it so?

Oh of course. Everybody does it so in order to have it be fair, you should do it too.

Because a strive for a better, more morally aware world on an individual level is pointless.

Or it is according to you.

Well, I think you're wrong.

There are lots of things that I can't say I'm entirely sure I believe in. But this one is black and white to me. Cheating is wrong. No matter what kind of twisted logic you present to me, and even if I can't fight back and prove my point because of a lack of speaking or debating skills, I'll never agree with you.

Home

Home is the entity that is so engrained within you that no matter how far away you are from it, or how deep inside you bury it, it will keep coming up.

The only thing that needs to happen is a trigger. A familiar song, phrase, picture, object.

Next thing you know, memories begin to pass in front of your eyes in bits and pieces.

You remember the ti

me you broke the rules and got punished.

The time when you exchanged a heart to heart with a friend on top of a beautiful hill.

The time when you cried because the movie was too sad or the death too unbearable.

The time when you did the wrong thing and never forgave yourself for it.

The time when you laughed because the suggestion was so silly.

The time when you exchanged a smile that was miles beyond a smile.

A smile that could not be explained by pages and pages of writing.

And you wish you could relive it all and this time truly appreciate every second of it.

Revisiting, Rewatching, Remembering

There's something intensely powerful about watching a movie that truly affects you deeply, over and over again.

There's something about the moment when you catch a piece of dialogue, a certain movement, a facial expression of a character, that you had missed previously.

There's a pure enjoyment, an "ah" in the new finding.

There's something about the emotion you feel, the smile that inevitably shows upon your face, the tear that you shed, the goose-bumps that you get on your arms that remind you of the last time you watched the movie and who you were with and how you feel about the fact that you're far away from them.

There's something magnificently beautiful in that experience.

And there's something beautiful about the perfect timing that God has for you.

You feel perfectly in sync with the plan.