Welcome to the real world; or, perhaps more accurately, an introduction

"Welcome to the real world."

If you are not familiar with the phrase, I'll guess you're not a senior in high school yet.

Yes, I am in my second year of college, but this phrase began to haunt me my senior year. People started asking me if I was ready for the "real world." I had reached a point where everyone felt like they needed to offer me advice. It seemed like I had just been born. My previous 18 years had apparently been some sort of fictional existence only used to keep me from rebelling against the machines...

...or maybe that was a movie.

Either way, I was about to go off into the "real world."

Or so I was fooled to believe...

Not long after coming to college I was informed that college is what prepares people for the "real world."

I was baffled. Was I not there yet? How long would it be before I got there? I didn't like the idea of living in a false world...

So what is the real world? A hit series on MTV that I have never actually watched? The world once you have a family? Or a job? Is the real world a war zone? Is the real world based on the economy like everything else seems to be?

The truth I have found is...

This is it.

No, not this blog.

But the room you are sitting in reading this blog. The people in the surrounding rooms. The choices and decisions we make every day.

The fact that my psychology teacher has no idea how much an A would help my grade. The fact that the last test in the class will probably keep me from that A. The fact that I shouldn't care so much about my GPA because (get ready for a big hit) God can use people who don't have a formal education. (I know, mind-blowing right?)

The real world is when we build walls around God and throw a steeple on Him and say, "Here God you can give me chill bumps in here, but outside is mine."

The real world is that it's okay that I am using improper grammar.

The real world is love. Cheesy love. Free love. Love for all. His love.

The real world cannot be defined. or predicted. or conquered.

The real world belongs to Him.

We are the real world.

We belong to Him.

I did not brainstorm before writing this blog. I did not make an outline for this blog. I had no plan of action whatsoever for this blog. This blog just came from my mind racing and my fingers typing. That is how I want to blog.

I was just thinking, and I wanted my thoughts to go somewhere.

So maybe this blog is the real world.