Tonight I went to my bishop's house to watch the fireworks display. All of his children and grandchildren were there (lots of people). I didn't really know anybody so I just sat there watching, both the fireworks and the people. To the right of me sat a little girl on the lap of her father. She was blissfully happy. "I think that one was my favorite firework, daddy." (After another goes off in splendor) "no, daddy, it was that one."
I couldn't help but think to myself "how is this child so happy?" Or, perhaps more accurately "why am I no longer like this?" I have had struggles in my life, including depression, but I generally consider myself a pretty optimistic individual. I really love life and people and seeing the good in the world. But recently, I've just kind of had a very hard time.
I think I fell into the trap--the trap of academia. The trap of jaded-ness. The trap of searching for the truth and sometimes finding more than you bargain for. The world is full of a lot of ugliness and yuckiness. People hurting other people, beliefs based on pessimistic and almost traumatic philosophies, etc. When I realized that not only was the world full of ugliness, but that I, even I, who have worked my whole life to live up to the truth, had bought into the lies of a hedonistic, objectivist, self-centered culture, and that nobody was even noticing it--well, I knew I had messed a lot of things up. I spiraled into a deep depression.
And, in case you might think this wasn't a big deal, I could see how these difficulties were influencing my relationships with my friends in particular, and even with some family members, as well as my ability to handle schoolwork. In my last semester. I was drowning and didn't know what to do.
Suffice it to say, I wasn't having a happy fourth of July.
So I continued to think about this little girl. I realized something utterly important. She is able to be happy because she has a unfailing trust in her father. She doesn't need to know about what problems go on in the world or in school or anything like that because she trusts her father. He will take care of all those things for her. She doesn't have to kill spiders or watch her weight or hide from bad people because daddy is there. He will protect her.
While I'm sure a little girl inside of me screams that I didn't always have that feeling of security in my life growing up, I am here now. I know that I have a Heavenly Father who loves me, whom I need to trust. That doesn't mean He wants me to be naive about the worlds problems, or that I need to run away from them. I feel like there are things I personally can do to help people to love them and be a support. Certainly my struggles have been a blessing to others with whom I could empathize. I know I believe that education is an important part of that. But if I, with lost hope, consumed with discouragement, sit in my room watching tv on the internet, trying to avoid the fear and sadness so furiously trapping me, then the things I have feared will have won and I will never be an instrument to bring a sense of goodness in the world.
No, I don't need to be happy all the time. It's important to pay homage to the pain that's going on in the world and not to shut out the difficulties and struggles made by people everyday. But it is not my job to solve them. I am only one person, and while I will do what I can do, I can't take everything on. That is where my Savior comes in. "Surely, He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows...He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed."
I have known ever since I was a little child that Jesus Christ really is the Savior of the world. I know that it's difficult for some people to believe that. I really understand why. But I know it. With everything I've seen and all the pain I have faced, I cannot deny that enduring truth. I know why others don't understand it, and I certainly haven't always lived up to believing that principle, but I know it nonetheless, like the sun rising in the sky every morning. I've wondered why I have this gift and others do not. Perhaps God knew that because, since I so often try to solve everything by myself and take on all the world's problems, it is nearly impossible for me to be happy without it. But I know that He lives, that He loves me and that He and my Heavenly Father are the people I can trust in--similar to that little girl who trusted in her father to solve all of the little problems that she could not understand. She went around and kept on learning and growing and experiencing life, in fact, likely more effectively because she trusted in her father. So I don't think this idea relinquishes me from responsibility. It only gives me the liberation to go and take on more.
In any case, I desire to turn over a new leaf of optimism. Not naive and in denial as I was when I was a child, and not dismissing the problems that we're facing in this world of grief and this veil of sorrow, but of hope and faith, that, although I cannot fix everyone's problems, and though I might not know all the answers, I can trust in a God who watches over His people (all of His children, everyone here on earth) and with His infinite eternal plan that includes the agency of man (who often times make very sad and poor choices) that His power is enough. His love is enough. His atonement is enough. I need to keep looking to Him, and though the shadows may still exist, they will ultimately fall behind me.
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