The Lessons I Learned from Facebook.

     I try not to be sad. Not because I hate feeling sad, but because I hate making everyone worry. I don't like seeing my parents worry because I don't have a "real job." Even so, sometimes I can't help it. Life isn't easy.
If it were easy, it wouldn't be worth living.
     That "real job" I mentioned earlier, happened to be the job of a freelance artist. Well I try to be anyways. It's a job that's challenging because you have to force yourself to create something amazing for much less than minimum wage. It requires true motivation and focus. (Maybe that's why I'm so bad at it.)
     As some of you may know, when an artist is in a rut they need to find a way to push through it. Well a few months ago I was in a rut. So my cousin gave me an amazing makeover, and we went out to Walmart to buy something for a wedding that was coming up. While we were there I saw this guy. Well me trying not to seem like a teenage girl, I held my head high and forced myself not to check him out as I walked past.
     I couldn't fight my own urges, and I stared at him. There was this feeling that felt like it came right out of a horribly written romance movie. (I'm pretty certain there was even a romantic song playing in the background.) Instead of talking to him, I just left. When I was getting into the car, I felt all giddy, until I realized that I might never feel that same feeling again.
     Fast forward a few months, and I have this dream. I was in a mall and there were a million kids running around. I saw him chasing after one, and we have another cheesy (yet amazing) moment. He leaves and that's that. Then a girl that he was with gives me his information. While my siblings were teasing me of this boy, my mother took the info from me. She said, "he lives in Alton, Utah. That's by St. George."
     When I woke up, I felt all giddy again. Then I realized that I have never even heard of Alton, Utah. So I decided to google it. There was an Alton, Utah down by St. George. This strangely happy feeling washed over me, and I decided to do some more digging. I decided to use the one tool modern society uses to find people: Facebook.
     Well I searched for Alton, Utah and got very few results. Down at the bottom it had people I might know in Alton Utah. Sadly, all of them were elders. Then I got the "brilliant" idea of going through their photos thinking one of them might be his grandparents. When that failed through, I decided to try looking through their friends list.
While that grew into searching through even more photos and friends lists of people I don't know, (and me feeling like a creepy facebook stalker.) I did gain one thing from this experience. I learned how truly wonderful so many people can be.
     I knew absolutely none of these people, but it was truly amazing seeing these happy faces, and knowing that even though we're all the same we can be completely different. It was amazing seeing how some of them were so happy with their grandparents, or seeing how these grandparents just absolutely adoring their grandchildren. How a woman truly loved her husband through all these crazy adventures they had, and seeing these loving families, and how the teenagers would go on these crazy adventures, and just knowing that one day those will be precious memories to share with their families and friends. They were all truly beautiful.
     So even though I had to become an unintentional Facebook stalker, I got to see something that would make one believe in hope, love, and happiness. It was something that made one truly believe that there is still hope for this world. That there is still hope for us.