My Building...

My building…
So since they started building the new School of Religion building I have referred to it as ‘My Building’ I have always thought of it as mine and no one else’s. kinda like the seagulls on Finding Nemo.. I thought that this building would be where most of my life was consumed, I was wrong. Now those silly statements that I would make kinda sting now when I still say them or someone mentions it. I have realized how powerful the art of suggestion really is in this last year. With enough prompting/teasing/mentioning of a certain subject you can feel either very positively or negatively about that subject. The power of suggestion is astounding.
Because of this I have learned to feel a certain way about many different things and topics. Sometimes this is good and sometimes this is bad. The way you feel about things should not be confined to how others feel about things. We have a free will but it seems to be more rarely used. Often times when we are asked why we feel a certain way about a certain topic we cannot verbalize a reason at all. We feel the way that we do about many things because that how our friends/parents/siblings/co-workers feel about that subject. Free will has seemed to almost disappear. Even in places where opinions are different as different can be and conflict arises, there are very rarely people who can stand up and give a reason as to why they think and believe what they do. And if someone does rise to the occasion they most generally believe what they do solely because of the power of suggestion that someone else had over them.
But what happens when these suggestions conflict each other? What does the individual do? Do they listen to the louder and more numerous voices or the quieter and smaller group of voices? What if the voices are the same volume? What if it is just one voice against all others? Does the individual go with the crowd or against it? Unfortunately most commonly the individual realizes the consequences of listening to the small voices and uses ‘common sense’ and listens and is pulled into the crowd of loud voices.
I suppose all of this was said so that I could say this:
Am I at peace with myself whether or not this is my building? Am I at peace with being an Education Major? Am I at peace with the decisions I am making right now in my everyday life? Or have I had so much suggestion poured into my life that I am falsely at unrest with my decisions? Have I decided to be at unrest or is it the many voices that conflict that have put me where I am today? Well I suppose that is enough rambling for now…
All from the beautiful library in ‘my’ building…