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For a while now, I've been thinking about how commercialized many holidays are. For instance, look at Easter. Tons of my friends / fellow students are going home this weekend to be with their families. However, that doesn't have anything to do with Christ's resurrection. Rather, it has to do with the Easter Bunny and getting an Easter basket and such. What's up with that?

I've wanted to change this in my life and start new traditions that I'd share with my family (when I'm blessed with a wife and children :)). Well, this morning on the way to breakfast, we ran across some kids about to go on an Easter Egg hunt. My HD was taking her nephew out, so we tagged along. I must admit, the joy on that child's face really lit up my day. He had an absolute blast going around looking for Easter Eggs and he was so elated finding them. This isn't something that I want my kids to miss out on, but it also isn't what I want them to focus on. I guess there will be a happy medium somewhere, but I don't know yet where that will be. Oh well, I have plenty of time to figure it out, since I'm not even dating anyone, let alone ready to get married! :)

Well, I'm going to be talking to Blogger about the problems I'm having with Opera 5.10, that's for sure.

What comes into mind when you read these words? Are these things regular parts of your life? At college, I hear about these things, and people that partake in them, regularly. I see these things rip apart the lives of my fellow students. The Critograph, our school newspaper, recently ran a story talking about how college is a breeding ground for depression. It talks about how depression leads to the use of alcohol and alcohol use leads to depression... you get the picture. I think young adults know this. I think they know what they're getting into, but they must despise their lives and must try everything they can to fit in that it just doesn't matter.

I sat down with someone tonight at dinner and in the process of our conversation, I found out that she plans to drink this weekend since she didn't get a chance to drink last weekend. I just don't get it. Why? Why do people do this to themselves? Why do you seek to forget your lives? I just don't understand. I think I remember those days. I remember when I used to hate every day so much that I didn't want to see another one.

So, what happened? I feel in love, I became a Christian, and it just keeps getting better. I'll say more sometime, but what I can tell you is that there is hope. When you have hope, anything is possible.