<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:07:43.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Living It Right?</title><subtitle type='html'>I am nothing special. I don't have trophies, millions of dollars, or a TV show. But I know what I do have, and it's more than I'll ever need. I'm getting ready to embark on a new chapter in my life, while savoring the old and living for the now. And I'm sharing it with you. Thanks for reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-3212879452494923217</id><published>2010-01-01T20:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:32:08.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to see here. It's just me.</title><content type='html'>Not really sure where to begin this. I find that a lot of the time, I spend too much time trying to make these sound pretty instead of worrying about exactly what I'm saying, which is a microcosm of who I really am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past year was not a good one for me. I wronged more people than I care to admit, and worse, I kept wronging them time and time again despite apologizing and trying to make myself out to be someone that wouldn't do those things. The fact is, I AM someone who would do those things, and many times I don't see that, but it's true. I have become someone that I hate and I'm not exactly sure how to correct it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only saving grace is that I actually wish to correct it. Lately, I've hit rock bottom and I've realized that I can't keep going down this path. I need help in the worst way. I need someone to save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life with God has been nonexistent the last four months. Everyone says they won't fall into the trap of not being in church once they get to college, and I've fallen into that hole, despite telling myself that I was immune to it. Do You even remember who I am? Sometimes I wonder: When I go on these hiatuses like I tend to do, why do You welcome me back? How do You still remember who I am? I don't deserve that! I deserve to be forgotten. I don't remember You; why do You continually remember me, God? I'm so thankful that You do, but why don't I do a better job of showing it. Why do I not even ATTEMPT to show how thankful I am for Your love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so caught up in my own plans. I have neglected Your plan for my life, and for that, I am truly sorry. I promise to bury Proverbs 3:5-6 deep in my heart and begin to attempt to live my life for You. You remember me each and every time I choose to neglect you; I promise to do my best to remember You in everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 begins a new year and hopefully, a new me. And it also begins with this, my chance at a clean slate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only have I neglected God, but I've neglected you too, and I'm so sorry. You have done nothing but care about me ever since we've met, and it's time for me to begin acting like a man and start living up to my end of the bargain. You are the strongest person I know; even when I was such a terrible person to you, you continued to have faith in me and I love you so much for that. Now it's time for me to be there and have faith in you. You are such a blessing to everyone you come in contact with, me included, and anytime you need someone to lean on, I want you to know that from now on, you can count on me being there. You have changed my life for the better, and now it's my turn to do the same thing for you. It's my turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 also is the prologue to a new chapter in my life. I have come to realize that my hasty decision making is what put me at UTD this year, and that God is saying no more of that. I can't wait to be in College Station and have an opportunity to get my life on track both spiritually and socially. There is great work to be done, and I want to be a part of it so badly. Nothing is going to hold me back. I have to give things up for God, and finally, I am willing to. I'm tired of being selfish. I'm tired of looking out for me. It's my turn to take a seat on the bench and let God start calling the shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to 2010--a year filled with hope, with new beginnings, with chances to prove once and for all that I AM the person I wish to be--and to everyone out there reading this and shaking their head and agreeing with everything I've been saying: say "hello" to the new Ryan Castle. A person who is ready to earn your trust and prove that I'm more than just fluff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need is a chance. Jesus gave that to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me, trying not to disappoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-3212879452494923217?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3212879452494923217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-to-see-here-its-just-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/3212879452494923217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/3212879452494923217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-to-see-here-its-just-me.html' title='Nothing to see here. It&apos;s just me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-5610807002961510416</id><published>2009-10-01T00:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:18:02.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World</title><content type='html'>I am a firm believer in Jesus Christ. I believe that He was the ultimate sacrifice and took my place on the cross so that I could die one day and go to Heaven.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, none of that is to say that I am a firm believer in religion. Religion, in my opinion, is a fabrication concocted by man for no other reason than to push people apart. And sometimes, it's a vehicle for people's discriminatory mindsets, an excuse, and a rather poor one, to not give a person a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I learned back in seventh grade was that paradigms, the way we see things, were something that stood in our way. The stubbornness and closemindedness we exhibit towards certain people and ways of life prohibit growth and squander opportunities to live our lives to the fullest, and to ultimately, be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, maybe it was only a month of my life. 34 days. But in those 34 days, nothing made me happier than when I was with you. And it pains me knowing that no matter what we felt for each other, it can never be anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling of helplessness is a terrible one. It's like trying to swim upstream towards dry land, praying that the current turns around to lend you a helping hand, knowing full well that it won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34 days. I know it's not a lot, but you have a piece of my heart that I don't think I'll get back. A piece I don't think I want back. You are the most beautiful thing in the world to me, and it saddens me to have realized that it is indeed as they say: The world always wins. It doesn't matter how we felt. You are who you are, and more important, I am who I am. And because of that, I'll always have to wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would happen if the world didn't always win?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-5610807002961510416?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5610807002961510416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/5610807002961510416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/5610807002961510416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/world.html' title='The World'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-645610359865199097</id><published>2009-08-13T00:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:08:24.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks, I've been having random deja vu moments that for the most part have been high school related. I've found myself back there in my mind, in an alternate universe where my life really isn't moving; where it stands still and time is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, as I have learned, these moments are not real. And my life is moving forward into an exciting new direction. One of new faces and challenges; of greater choices, and consequences. But after spending my first night in this new reality, I've felt something that readily escaped me in high school. And it's such a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is for remembering my last ever first day of college. A day that I spent meeting friends that will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-645610359865199097?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/645610359865199097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/645610359865199097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/645610359865199097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-3110737780606668748</id><published>2009-07-21T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:47:28.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Until recently, I have always been a passive fan of music. I have never been able to play an instrument. When I was a little, many times I would improvise the lyrics to a song I was singing, unaware of the actual lyrics and even uncaring. But the last year has done a lot to form my musical identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now able to connect on an emotional level with the music I listen to. A lot of that has to do with the fact that I now listen to music that can carry its own weight. For the most part in high school, I listened to country music, a genre that is catchy and trendy, yet lacks real depth. Enter U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some knowledge of the band from Dublin through their appearance in the popular iPod commercials of the early 2000's. But when I bought my first full U2 album, How To Dismantle an Atomic Bomb, on February 25th of this year, I was instantly hooked into a larger world than I thought existed. Almost immediately, I was drawn to the incredible message of Original of the Species, the endearing and undeniable imagery of City of Blinding Lights, and the condemnation of a society lacking altruistic views in Crumbs from Your Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine albums (No Line on the Horizon, The Joshua Tree, All That You Can't Leave Behind, Achtung Baby, Boy, War, Pop, The Unforgettable Fire, and Zooropa, in that order) and hundreds of listens later, I have found lyrics that I can sink my teeth into, a vocalist who sounds like what I think Jesus might sound like, and most importantly to me, a reason to say that music, for the first time in my life, has a genuine place in my makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our prayer is that we don't become a monster in order to defeat the monster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-3110737780606668748?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3110737780606668748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/3110737780606668748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/3110737780606668748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-4789338734549822015</id><published>2009-07-20T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:42:34.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite passages of the bible is Matthew 4:1-11. Jesus goes into the desert to be tempted by Satan after having fasted for forty days and forty nights, and still has the physical and mental fortitude necessary to rebuke the devil, using scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about that for a second. Forty days. Forty nights. Have you ever in your life (I guess Catholics or anybody who recognizes Lent would be excluded from this) been dedicated to something that excruciating for forty days? How about thirty, or even twenty? The bible says that after the period of fasting, "he was hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet He was. But he was able to display the ultimate physical perseverance by denying Satan's appeasing (and arguing that it wouldn't be appeasing to anyone other than Jesus is kidding yourself) temptation to turn the rocks into bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for his next trick, Satan tried to manipulate scripture. Jesus, without blinking an eyelash, showed amazing mental strength and said, "Again, it is written, 'You shall not put the Lord your God to the test.'" After forty days and forty nights of malnutrition, He was able to muster the strength to again refuse to be tempted. And finally, a third time, he refused to allow himself to be compromised in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my prayer that we would all call upon God to give us this strength. The strength to not only recognize, but ignore temptations. They will always exist, no matter what chapter of life you may currently be in. They will be there. Every day, I struggle with this. And it's not even the temptation to do something that would compromise my walk, but also, it's the temptation to think thoughts that I know I shouldn't. But with God, I know I have a buffer that will help me get over the hump, however difficult the challenge may be to overcome. It's up to us to make sure we are up to that challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jesus was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-4789338734549822015?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4789338734549822015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/4789338734549822015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/4789338734549822015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-6255942829890059803</id><published>2009-07-17T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:27:36.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guts to Get in the Car</title><content type='html'>In the last two days, I've watched both Transformers movies. Michael Bay, by the way, is a genius. They are excellent movies filled not only with action scenes that Mission Impossible can't compete with, but an enthralling story as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite lines comes in the first. Sam Witwicky asks Mikaela, "When you look back 50 years from now at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?" Looking back at the last four years of my life, I can safely say that I didn't get in the car enough times. So many times when I had the opportunity to do something even a little dangerous, I passed it up out of some misplaced fear. Fear of trouble. Fear of getting hurt. Fear of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something that, with the coming years, I'd like to change. I want to be a little more loose with my actions and more open to doing things that I consider out of what I call my responsibility realm. Am I saying that I suddenly desert my morals and turn them in for a life of partying hard? Absolutely not. But we must all be searching for our moral boundaries, and more importantly, ways to occasionally cross them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was Johann Wolfgang von Goethe who said, "Live dangerously, and you live right."&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-6255942829890059803?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6255942829890059803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/guts-to-get-in-car.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/6255942829890059803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/6255942829890059803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/guts-to-get-in-car.html' title='Guts to Get in the Car'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-530469774875270874</id><published>2009-07-16T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:33:49.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fellow members of the graduating class of 2009: Tonight’s award ceremony has been the culmination of four years of hard work and dedication. Each of you in this auditorium has seen his share of success, trials, and opportunities to lie down and surrender. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And while graduating from high school may not seem like one of the great accomplishments of our lives to some, let me reassure you that what we have endured is truly a triumph of the human spirit. Consider it for a second: we’ve spent countless hours producing projects, studying for tests, and staying up late to finish English scrapbooks or math worksheets, and through all of it, how refreshing it is to know that we have all ended up in the same place, here together in this auditorium tonight with a chance to reflect on where we have been and where we will go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Considering the laundry list of things we have accomplished, it would be foolish to believe that all of it came without the help of others, which is why at this time I’d like you to join me in standing and giving a round of applause to those who have helped you, whether it be friends, family, or teachers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;These individuals have been the backbone and foundation of our success, and without them, nothing would be possible. They have guided and supported us and lifted us up when the rest of the world brought us down, and for that, we are grateful.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Fellow classmates, before I conclude, I’d like to share a small piece of advice that Mrs. Peebles shared with many of you: Don’t get so entranced with your every day lives that you forget to seek out the dimes; the unexpected joys that come from waking up with the sun beaming in the window, from hearing the birds chirp in the distance, from telling a loved one how much you truly care.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Believe in yourselves. Dream. Try. And not only do well, but more importantly: do good.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;On behalf of the entire Class of 2009, thank you for coming tonight and God bless.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-530469774875270874?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/530469774875270874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/530469774875270874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/530469774875270874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-good.html' title='Do Good'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-2790564240730772831</id><published>2009-07-15T14:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:09:59.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's a beautiful day. Don't let it get away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 102 degrees outside today. I got an email that was a little discouraging. And I had a fight with a friend. Usually, these things would be extremely disconcerting to me and go a long way in ruining my day. But after thinking about it, I've realized that there's really not anything to complain about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God allowed me to wake up this morning. He was gracious enough to give me this chance to make something of this day. And squandering that chance by allowing petty things that won't live past a couple more hours affect my attitude is, frankly, a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is July 15, 2009. There will only be one July 15, 2009 in the history of the world. Have you ever thought about that? That's why we have to make every effort to make the present count for something. Letting insignificant things affect our demeanor is letting Satan win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What you don't have, you don't need it now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What you don't know, you can feel it somehow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So make this day something special, despite what hardships are thrown at you. Get out there and do something great. Make it a day to remember. After all, it's the only one of its kind that you'll ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-2790564240730772831?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2790564240730772831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/2790564240730772831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/2790564240730772831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-2577673392654742566</id><published>2009-07-14T14:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:46:50.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Blinding Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The more you see, the less you know. The less you find out as you go. I knew much more then than I do now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago, I was a kid. I didn't realize what a big world we live in, but most importantly, I didn't realize how small a part I actually play in the grand scheme of things. It's taken many hard knocks to the head to realize the difference between thinking you know something and actually knowing it and thinking you are something great and actually being something great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, I've come to realize the brevity of human life, and why that brevity exists. God made life short so that we wouldn't get a big head. So that we would be forced to cherish and capitalize on the time we're allotted here. Without the threat of a ticking clock, we lose the ability to keep our lives in perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, you look so beautiful tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the city of blinding lights.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;So with that in mind, use what precious time you have here to do something for someone else. Because in the end, what you do for yourself and all of the treasures you accumulate for yourself in your lifetime will follow you straight to the grave. But what about things like sharing your testimony with a non-believer, displaying kindness by helping your next door neighbor carry in the groceries, or asking a friend how his day is going? Well, those things have a chance to live, believe it or not, even beyond yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel. Luckily.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-2577673392654742566?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2577673392654742566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-of-blinding-lights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/2577673392654742566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/2577673392654742566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-of-blinding-lights.html' title='City of Blinding Lights'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-4301081562020329649</id><published>2009-07-13T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:16:58.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 25, 2006</title><content type='html'>Dear Ryan Castle,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A lot of things are currently going on, and this is a very exciting time in your life. You are about to turn sixteen and embark on a new chapter in your life, one of more individuality and freedom. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You have just accepted a job offer at JCPenney and will begin your work there shortly. You are just now beginning to realize how fragile life is and how life must be treasured each and every second.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A lot of things have happened in the past year. You have become more mature, and more caring. You have loved, and you have lost. You have lost two people who mean the world to you, one to death, but you have perservered through it all and you are a better, wiser person because of it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You are beginning to see a bigger picture of what you want in life, and how to start reaching for those things. You want to go to Baylor University, and become a teacher. You want to be someone who gives back as much as he receives, someone who defines humility and servitude. You want to be one who helps before he hinders. You know that every day, something happens to you for a particular reason, and it is happening to help you become who you're going to be. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You have your heart set on being a person of great achievement, but know that it only comes through dedication and hard work. You know that you only get out of something what you put into it. With knowing all these things, you know that you still have much to learn. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The following two and a half years expect to be a joyous time for you, as you grow and become one with the world. You know that you are nothing without the loving people in your life who care about you and are there for you every step along your path. If you use those people to your advantage, use their knowledge and guidance, and use your natural abilities, you will succeed in every facet of life that you intend to. Always remember that change doesn't make you who you are, it's how you react to the changes. If you remember everything you have learned and continue to learn as you go, i have no doubt that you will accomplish whatever you desire. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You have great ambitions and great character, and those alone can take you very far. Remember that no matter what occurs, you will always have your principles and your morals to fall back on. They will carry you through, even in your darkest day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Your friend,&lt;br/&gt;Ryan Castle&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-4301081562020329649?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4301081562020329649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/october-25-2006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/4301081562020329649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/4301081562020329649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/october-25-2006.html' title='October 25, 2006'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-6410394610005590601</id><published>2009-07-10T12:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:10:17.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Live high, live mighty. Live righteously, taking it easy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I want to stay on the subject of "living it right." After writing my first blog and thinking about what I actually wrote, I realized that my perception was skewed. My conclusion that I was indeed "living it right" (a conclusion which, by the way, is subject to change with every decision that is made) is one that may not be seen that way by someone who holds different values than I hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately for us, "living it right" is open to interpretation. No opinion of what is right is definitive or universal enough to apply to every individual. And considering "righteousness" as anything other than a matter of opinion is missing the mark. We are all faced with the burden of determining what lies within our own sense of "right," and we must all use what values, morals, and experiences we pick up during our lives to help mold our understanding of what it means to be right. My views that drinking and smoking are bad, rawk music is awesome, and fresh-from-the-oven homemade pizza is what I think Heaven tastes like are probably very different from someone else's perspective. That is why we must not only seek answers to the question of "Am I living it right?" but we must continually be in search of answers to a greater question: "What is right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have never been one to shove my lifestyle down someone's throat, and it's certainly not something I will condone or partake in with this blog. But one thing that I think that should be stressed is that everyone needs a lifestyle. Our morals and values, and the raw life experiences that we carry with us each day, must serve to create a sense of who we are as individuals. Without that support, our actions aren't justified, and we become bland and insignificant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every action must have an equal and opposite reaction. If your actions aren't backed by a strong sense of who you are, you can't expect them to reverberate because they won't have a foundation. Find that foundation. Dream. Try. And expect to fall down. But after you do, you have to get back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's the only way we can know if what we did was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-6410394610005590601?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6410394610005590601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/6410394610005590601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/6410394610005590601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-right.html' title='What is Right?'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4724118107108062912.post-840966040750404585</id><published>2009-07-09T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:21:08.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdictless Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;'Cause I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I've really gotten into John Mayer's music. He asks a very simple question regarding what he calls a "verdictless life." He asks the question, "Am I living it right?" What a pertinent, convicting question it is. So many times in my life, I find myself wondering the same thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I doing everything I want? Is my life everything I want it to be? Obviously, without the benefit of a final "verdict," it's very much an open ended question. I am consistently posed with the dilemma of second guessing decisions, and not because I don't trust my decision making ability, but because of the fact that every decision I make carries the weight of a consequence. Often times, the decisions I make come with necessary sacrifices, and contemplating what those sacrifices are has become a large part of my life lately. I find myself questioning even the simplest of decisions. A trip to Whataburger becomes an inward discussion on the ramifications of my decision, a debate carried by different voices I have picked up over my first 18 years and change. Healthy says to Self-Indulgence, "Check the nutrition facts next time," while Self-Indulgence snipes back with vulgar that's unmatched in a Sacha Baron Cohen movie. Elementary examples aside, I have always come out of my thinking with a greater understanding of the reasoning behind my decision. And that's something that has helped me see that I'm living it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflection should be a large part of our lives. Questioning what has been done only yields greater understanding of perhaps the most fundamental question we can ask: "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a final verdict, which none of us will ever receive until we reach the gates of Heaven, we must remain in a constant mode of questioning. Not for the sake of self-doubt, but for the sake of self-righteousness that comes with knowing the answer to one of life's greatest mysteries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I living it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4724118107108062912-840966040750404585?l=whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/840966040750404585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdictless-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/840966040750404585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4724118107108062912/posts/default/840966040750404585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whygeorgiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdictless-life.html' title='Verdictless Life'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05642985170253184674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvpPjJuewds/SlYC63rvZvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yRLi3_APhpU/S220/facebook.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
