All that Really Matters

I want to write about my brain, how it works, its complexities, its strange cycles. But even I do not understand myself. Perhaps someday I will. But I write now of what I know, those simple few things, in hopes of clearing away clouds of confusion that currently cover my heart's white sun.

I do know that I feel a presence, many times a day, that urges me to do good and feel love. It is a real, palpable feeling that comforts me and guides me. I cannot deny it, demean it, or make light of it.

I do know that I hope for Christ and a better world and a bigger heart.

I do know that deep inside we all are good and that to see the good in others is more important than pointing out the few seemingly bad characteristics one might harbor.

I do know that love is real and that it sets us free.

I do know that Joseph Smith told the truth, as I've felt a tremendous witness. And because he told the truth, Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ do live. They inhabit real bodies. Their love is true and powerful. And spreading their love is all that really matters.

Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo...