Christianity

Christianity is my topic of discussion in this article. More specifically, why I believe in it. Now, religion is a sensitive topic, so I would just like to say that I am in no way insulting other religions or their believers, or trying to force them to believe in the same god as I. So, for a while I didn't really believe in god. I saw it all as some kind of fantasy, magical story made up by people long ago. That was back before I somehow went from a rude, tyrant of a 6th grader to the philosopher that I am today, and will be until I die (once you think deeply into the void of philosophy, you can't unthink it). I also didn't truly believe in god in all the years before that. And the reason I started to believe in god (the christian one) was because I started to think about how it worked. I, in my mind, tried to prove anything about god incorrect, and despite my knowledge of science, logic, and reality, I couldn't. And you may think that a coincident, but really, that would be one heck of a coincidence. I mean, do you really think somebody millions and millions of years ago could write something like a religion, with a god, that couldn't be proved wrong with later discoveries such as space, astronomy, technology of the modern day, how weather works, etc? Even if that person was some kind of mastermind, how could he or she have possibly predicted all the future discoveries? Well, I say person, but I mean people. Anyways, here is an example. Greek Mythology. And after some studying of the bible, I realized how clever it was. Clever not as in trickery, or false believing-enducing, but clever in the sense of how god, as he is portrayed, would need it. It does not really deny any facts or things, or events, or anything very much. It also didn't claim that anything like water, or weather, for example, worked a certain way, but instead that it could be altered with godly power. And another thing I find interesting. Some people think that a lot of people believe in god solely because of heaven and hell, some people even believe that is why the religion works* (*sorry for lack of better term). And perhaps that is partly true. Think about it- if god wanted us to believe in him, but also wanted us to have a choice, using the promise of heaven or hell like that could be a good way to let people keep their choice, but still help them make the right choice. And now I would like to talk about my theory as to why god created humans, and gave us choice (if you believe in that). My theory is that emotions like care, forgiveness, selflessness, pity, mercy, joy, creativity, and likewise are emotions (and traits) that god has. Superior emotions (and traits). And he has created us because those emotions and traits make him want to. And he gave us those emotions and traits too, to some extents. And I believe that the true scale of those traits and emotions, which god has, are far beyond what humans can experience (until in heaven. Possibly). And I do not believe god knows everything, or has full control over fate and destiny. I do, however, think he can help people with stuff along the lines of luck. And the fact that he can observe everyone with the same love and care, all at once, and process all that- its very humbling. And so, I believe in the christian religion. And it's quite fitting, since both my first and middle names are both christian (Matthew means gift from god, apparently. And Christopher is, well, its obvious why that is fitting). Well, if you read all that, then thanks for listening.

The Meaning of Life Is Simple

You know that really complicated question that nobody can seem to answer? You know, "what is the meaning of life?". Well, let me tell you- if somebody ever tells you that that is an unanswerable question or something, then, well, it's total bull malarkey! It took me a few minutes of thinking to figure out what the meaning of life is, and I shall tell you now. Okay, first I will cover the meaning that applies to all living beings- survival. The meaning of life is simply to survive. Flies are proof of this. They live for only 5 or so days, and all they really do is fly ad survive. The purpose of most living species and things is simply to survive, reproduce, etc. Now, let's look at the meaning of life for humans. The reason the meaning of life for humans is different, is because we have chosen to find purposes beyond survival. And thus, the meaning of life for humans, and other beings like us (to certain degrees), is to survive, and have a purpose, or multiple purposes, in life. And there are many purposes you can have. So whatever purpose you pick, is the purpose that, alongside survival, is the meaning of life for you. For me, personally, the meaning of life is to, through education in topics like philosophy and civics, ensure that the future generations of humanity are responsible, smart, kind, caring, and logical enough to take care of our planet, species, and further development and usage of technology. Ya, it's gunna be a super hard feat to achieve, but I will be able to do it because I see that nobody else is going to, and that I have the talents, experience, and most importantly, determation, to do it.

Bla Bla Editing Bla

Recently editing has taken up loads of my time. Why? Because I am working on a movie, which I will film a lot of over the summer. And guess what- I need to do all the green screen, fx, sound effects, and all other editing that there is to do. In fact, I am going to have to re-film and edit a scene where the main character parachutes out of a helicopter. I used my front lawn for a green screen in that film segment, since it is the only large enough green screen I have. So far, I have created about 22 minutes of video, and it is not nearly as smooth as I would like it to be, but I can't film a lot of the transitions it needs, due to extreme lack of storage space on the filming phones, and soon the laptop. And I do not think I can afford a proper filming computer, let alone camera. And then I still have to worry about actors, and angles, and props, and locations. So far I have spent somewhere around 50-60$ on props, and about 40$ on editing software. I might just take a break from the movie and film something about Project Civethics.

I Love My Tabby Cat

As my cat Tabby is starting to slowly grow weaker and weaker from kidney disease (all our cats seem to get it at some point, sadly), I have started to think about him more. Especially about what he has done for me. He has actually done a lot for me, and even played a big part in shaping who I am now. One of the incredible things he has always been really good at is understanding me, my emotions, thoughts, and even what I am trying to communicate to him (if not each individual word). Whenever I was sad, or feeling some other emotion on the bad side of the emotional scale, he would know instantly, and come, so I could pet him and restore my good mood. If I got hurt, even if no wound was visible, he would would know, and do something along the lines of lick it or rub against it, as if he knew how placebos worked. In fact, he did that a few minutes ago, when I hit my finger with a hammer. And most impressively in his understanding, he seems to understand my disabilities, if not entirely. Back when I was younger, and didn't have any medicine yet (or not have good medicine to help me), I would have tantrums during which I would grab Tabby and not let him go. And he put up with it, even helped me out, and always forgave me once I calmed. He seemed to know it was out of my control. And looking back on it, I know how he understood/understands me so incredibly. Because he has watched me grow up ever since I was born. But how he managed to put up with me, and forgive me for being loud and obnoxious, or too energetic, or not treating him well- I have no idea. But now that I am past those years, I see that Tabby really helped me get through those unintelligent times. And Tabby taught me valuable lessons that later shaped who I am now. He taught me forgiveness, not to always hate, hold grudges/have revenge against, or consider evil anything or anybody that did something I considered to be mean. He taught me that just because somebody doesn't act nicely, it doesn't mean they are bad people. He taught me the golden rule. And, of course, to stand up for the weak and different. And you can see how those lessons have shaped me. I do not know where he learned those lessons himself. Perhaps from my mother, who rescued him when she found him abandoned in a parking lot when he was a kitten. She took him home. And put up with the hardships that came with it, like fixing hind leg that Tabby broke soon after rescue, and other food and medical bills. The stress that mom felt during those hardships must have been obvious to Tabby. After all, one of the best ways to learn is from experience, as I know from, well, experience. Can you think of any incredible animals in your life?