February 7, 2013

Lone Wolf

Sometimes, I don’t know what it is, but I have this inescapable feeling of loneliness. And it doesn’t matter how many people that I’m with, I still feel like no one understands what this feeling is like. Today is definitely one of those days. I do my best to be there for others when they need it, everyone needs to vent sometimes, but sometimes I really just don’t give a shit. I feel like all these people do is complain, and I’m that kind of person that takes it upon myself to be there for them. But hey, things get rough even for me.

I’m usually able to talk things out off of my chest with my parents, but after our conversation today, I feel like we’re just not looking at things the same anymore. I usually come out of these deep conversations with a sense of relief, that everything’s going to be ok. But today, I felt more lost. There’s just been a lot on my mind lately…the usual stress from finances, school, life in general. And there’s some other issues as well regarding some of my fellow cadets, friends really, and their possible disenrollment because of alcohol and stupid decisions. These are the kinds of topics that I can’t just really turn to anyone and explain because it’s really personal stuff, so as a result all of these negative feelings have just built up inside.

It’s tough when you feel like a grain of sand on an endless beach. That my opinions and feelings, for the most part, do not matter. That I’ve come to the point where I have to come here to find solace. The world isn’t a pretty place and I know that. I’ve known that. But it does help when someone would just listen for once. As much as I love to listen I am a person too and have worries and concerns and anxieties that plague me day in and day out. I know that this might sound like I’m being selfish, that everything is about me, but that’s far from the truth. If I could help every single person in this world, I would, as impossible as it may sound. But I would.

But the world isn’t like that. It can be a cold place of fatigue, loneliness, and sorrow. So maybe I should just suck it up and stick to my own guns. I’ve always relied on myself when things got tough and they have always seemed to work out. Anyways, thanks for bearing with me. This is the last thing that I would have wanted to post on here, but I’ve run out of people who are willing to listen. And to write it down is the only comfort and satisfaction that I will get.story

January 21, 2013

Distance is Irrelevant

I don’t know what exactly it is about distance, but I feel that the more further I am away from something, the less of an impact that I have on the situation in question.

Case in point. A stupid one at that. My classes are about the start once more, beginning tomorrow. Now I’ve been trying over break to register for classes and set up my schedule, so that I wouldn’t have to be doing this kind of thing right before school starts. I’ve definitely sent out e-mails to various professors and what not, and totally understand that they are on a much needed vacation as well. However, I didn’t hear one thing back until today and I’ve felt pretty helpless since I live a good deal from campus. And the one professor I did hear back from was actually pretty rude. Definitely not going to be taking her class.

However, I’m back up in my apartment again. In my quiet room, and it’s a bit surreal. [Always hate these transition stages from home to school] But now that I’m back up here I feel more adept with my surroundings. Like everything I say has some weight to it. I’ve sent out a new group of emails and have started getting responses back, and things are starting to look up again.

I’ve definitely had some quiet time away from friends, family, everyone the past couple days and I realize that I’ve started to get a bit complacent again. I realize that the things that are keeping me worried are really nothing in the big picture. It’s easy to fall into this train of thought, especially when you never have to worry about having food, everyday necessities, a roof over your head.

I realize now that the distance to your goal does not matter. As long as that passion for the pursuit of that goal is burning in your heart, it simply does not matter. Things have a way of working themselves out in the end, and that is something that I have learned over and over. Especially with the help of the technology we have today. Although it feels as if the things that were meant to bring us together are divulging us in our own little world, devoid of anybody else.

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It’s so quiet in my room right now, and I have nothing critical to do until the start of my classes tomorrow. It’s definitely given me some time to ponder, clear my mind, and remember everything I’ve gone through to reach where I’m at, right now. All of the sacrifices, hardships, taking the path less traveled. So my point with this whole thing is that never take anything for granted, because it’s gotten you as far as you are now and will take you to that place that you have always wanted to go.

January 6, 2013

And one more!

I know I haven’t been posting lately, but there hasn’t been anything to procrastinate from in the past few weeks, being on break and all! Haha, but will definitely get back into the swing of things here pretty soon. With school looming around the corner and everything. But in the meantime, here’s one more award that Nina was kind enough to give out. It’s an honor to be considered inspiring, since at times I have to inspire myself to get out of bed. So thank you once again!

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So the rules :

* Display the award logo on your blog

* Link back to the person who nominated you

* State seven things about yourself

* Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them

* Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements

Seven things about myself:

1. One weird fact I noticed about myself. I always get 8 hours of sleep, exactly, when left to sleep in. No matter what time I go to bed, it’s always 8 hours. Weird.

2. I love reading horror stories! The ones that make you think well past finishing the tale. I just read through my brother’s copy of Scary Stories To Read in the Dark…and I still couldn’t get over how terrifying those images are that are scattered throughout the book. I just couldn’t get enough! And then I thought…how many kids has this book scarred already?

Yes, that is a severed head. A bloody, severed head...In a children's book.

Yes, that is a severed head. A bloody, severed head…In a children’s book.

3. Every time I come home for the holidays…I tend to eat way more than I should. But shhh, that’s only between you and me. I can never get enough of the pies that we have…Pecan, Pumpkin, Key-lime, Sweet Potato…oh man. I’m going to have to get a slice now, with some ice-cold milk. Thanks. Just thanks.

4. Courage the Cowardly Dog, and Samurai Jack were some of my favorite shows being younger. And I’m way excited since I just got the entire collection for both! It’s almost too good to be true….

5. I just found out that I qualify to be a pilot in the AF. I still have selection boards and everything, so even though it’s still a long shot, we’ll see how that turns out. It’s definitely opens up a couple more doors in the long run.

6. I will listen to a song that I like repeatedly…to the point where I just don’t find it the same as when I first heard it. And that makes me a bit sad, especially if I really liked the song…The latest song that I just can’t stop listening to:

Just listen through it once, preferably with RainyMood and you’ll know what I’m talking about!

7. I’m really into things that are paranormal, things that can’t be explained, but nonetheless creepy. Kind of weird but I like having those chills down my spine. It definitely gets the adrenaline going, and sharpens the senses.

And the Nominees:

bardessdmdenton

PURE INSTINCT

Words from my Soul

Anti-static Electricity

Sweet As NZ Girl

Alphabravoecho

Sitamar

Some Summer Sunday

whatthefuckintheworld

Rant and Roll

J P Marshman

Supersonic Euphony

The 19th Letter

Thoughts. Dreams. Memories.

The Serious Butterfly

Well so thank you once again Nina! You truly are an inspiration :)

January 2, 2013

Blog of the Year Award!

It’s been just a bit over a year since I started this blog, and I have to say it was worth it. I remember sitting at my desk, exploring every possibility of pushing off studying for a test I don’t even remember the class for. I thought that it would be interesting being able to write about things that were on my mind, as a sort of escape, not just from studying but also from everyday life. A place where I could put down thoughts, dreams, worries, and escape from the harshness of everyday living. I never really thought that things I wrote would impact others, since most of the time I would just write about things that only I thought I had troubles with.

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But I was wrong, boy was I wrong. My topics started off pretty generic, but as I began to write about things that mattered to my heart I began to find other readers, writers, and scholars that walked that same or similar paths as I had just begun to walk. The things that I felt were big ‘problems’ in my life, were in reality, nothing at all. In short, to sum up the one thing that I learned this past year, is that of perspective. Putting yourself in someone else’s shoes and realizing how blessed y0u are. That it can always be worse. Much worse. And for anyone reading this, I would like to extend that gratitude to you. Because it is you, who have given me this perspective and allowed me to realize that everything that you do matters. Even the little things.

That sounds so sappy, haha, but I don’t care. It’s a new year, new beginning! SO, onto the main point of this post, I would especially like to thank Wilhelmina, and Nina for nominating me (twice?!) for The Blog of the Year Award! Like I mentioned, when I first started I thought that I would be writing these things down for my own record, something to look back at years from now. I never really expected people to read what I wrote, and this award shows for that. It really does mean a lot receiving this award from these two fantastic writers. So thanks again!

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An so, the rules:

1. Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award
2. Write a blog post and tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there’s no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ them with their award.
3. Please include a link back to this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award – and include these ‘rules’ in your post (please don’t alter the rules or the badges!)
4. Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the ‘rules’ with them
5. You can now also join our Facebook page – click the link here ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award Award and then you can share your blog with an even wider audience
6. As a winner of the award – please add a link back to the blog that presented you with the award – and then proudly display the award on your blog and sidebar … and start collecting stars…

And so in no particular order:

Secondhand Thoughts – The resolute and placid photography has many a time transported me to another place. It’s all about the escape for me, and here I am able to find what I long for.

Quiet One – One of the blogs that has really stuck out to me lately. If you’re looking for perspective, look no further. You may learn a few things on taking things for granted.

Lady Barefoot Baronness – Lady BB has been one of the constant people to encourage me since the start. Words do mean a lot, especially coming from a stranger. And she definitely has a way with words. Kind of like chicken soup, for the soul!

Trying To Know Thyself – Every post is either thought provoking, or super intellectual. She has made me think every time with what she has to say. Almost afraid to visit, since everytime I check WP I’m pretty braindead :P

Doorway To Amaranthia – Has a way with words. The poetry that I have managed to read have all been superb and multi-lateral. Not many people can do that with words, and I admire that.

Green Paw-Paw – Always has in-depth reviews of the latest literature, and I have actually been introduced to some awesome books as a result. “Monsters do not behave themselves – that’s the whole idea!” ;P

Deep Thinkings – The name says it all. If I could only write half as decent as mrprose…haha. New Years resolution maybe? Another awesome blog on finding perspective.

Unlost in Translation – One part diary, one part observation, and all parts critical thinking. If only I could travel as much… :)

Pouring My Art Out – One word. Photoshop. I don’t know how many times the pictures that I have found on there have made me chuckle. And in the good old fashioned clean comedy kind.

iliketheworldfuzzy – Hilarious! Little Blind Girl is always one to bring in rather outrageous stories, one that combines humor with every day life despite the minor inconvenience that her eyesight may bring. Absolutely hilarious :D

And there we go! I know there wasn’t any requirement for the descriptions, but I thought I’d share how all of these blogs have come to support me, with all of their fantastic writings. It’s absolutely the least I could do. So hears to you, and to a new year! As always, I’m always looking forward as to what the next year will bring.

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November 12, 2012

Sleep Paralysis Pt.2

I have been feeling terrible the past couple days, and I think it’s just a combination of not sleeping enough, worrying about financial things, and just being ready for Thanksgiving Break. Last night I decided to do the unthinkable and actually go to bed at a decent time. Mostly because my body wouldn’t have been able to handle being awake for another couple hours. I’m literally running on fumes here. But I decided to go to sleep. And that’s when it started to get strange.

I was driving in my car and it was pitch black outside. It really reminded me of one of those old, black and white movies. Had a couple friends in the backseat, just jokin’ around and such. I noticed however that I could barely see the road though, and also to my surprise that my headlights weren’t working. I tried to drive at a good pace until when I rounded the corner and ran over this random snowbank. After one of my friends suggested that I should get my eyes checked in a joking manner, we kept driving. Every minute it started to get harder to see considering it just kept getting darker. After I swerved again and nearly went into the other lane, I decided that I should probably turn off the road and stop for a bit.

I was starting to get a bit nervous in that there wasn’t any turnoffs. I finally found one and started to slow down to get off of the main road, only to my horror that it was the street of where I used to live. For some reason there was an immense feeling of dread, and I knew that something was terribly wrong because for some reason I shouldn’t be here. As I continued driving down the road I just knew that it was just an omen to be there right now.

This is where things started to be terrifying. I knew that if I continued down this road something really bad was going to happen. So out of sheer willpower, I was able to do something that I have never done before. I turned the car around. At that exact moment, whatever was guiding me down that road, to my old house didn’t want me to turn away. It was an absolute struggle to turn the car around, and at that moment I heard something in the backseat. It definitely wasn’t my friends anymore, and I fought with all of my strength not to turn around and see what had replaced them.

At that exact moment, whatever was trying to get me to go to my old house let up, and I woke up. Something was kind of odd, in that when I went to bed, I left the kitchen light on and it wasn’t on anymore. I couldn’t see that sliver of light from under my door. Not only that but not even five minutes had passed since I had that numbing dream. I found myself lying on my back once more, and decided to get up to go see why the light had turned off. The only thing was I couldn’t get up. I was literally paralyzed. I have never felt more helpless in my life. I gave every ounce of strength I had into moving my arm. It’s like one of those time when you’re arm or leg falls asleep and you try to move it, and it’s not necessarily painful but it’s scary in the lack of control you have in moving.

I tried not to panic, but I remember being in a similar situation just last year and what soon followed. I knew that I had to get up before it came. I was nearly in tears but I managed to get myself up, although I couldn’t feel a damn thing. I struggled to make my way over to my bedroom door and managed to open it with what little feeling there was in my fingers. The hallway was dark and panic started to seep into my mind knowing that the light should have still been on. I tried to make my way across the hallway to the bathroom when I heard a loud bang. My knee ended up hitting the door frame. Hard.

As I struggled to figure out what was going on…I started to black out. When I woke up, I found myself in my bed. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that only 20 minutes had passed since going to sleep. I looked over at my door and saw the thin sliver of light from the kitchen from under the door. I sat up, with ease this time, in the dark and felt tears rolling down my face.

I have never been in a nightmare that bad, and have the strength to determine the outcome of it. I have never woke up from one nightmare into another, with the feeling of absolute helplessness as I tried so desperately to move. All I knew was that I wanted to live, and if I would have continued to the end of that street I knew instinctively that something bad would happen. How and why did I know? I honestly have no idea, I just knew. What is wrong with me?

October 28, 2012

One Year

Wow, it’s been a little over one year now since I started this blog. I have learned absolutely a lot, just from writing about things that have been on my mind at one point or another. I’ve probably learned a lot more just about the world around me than any school can possibly teach. I know it probably sounds like a stretch, but that’s what I got out of it.

One year ago, I was in a totally different place with other things that were plaguing me. I was in a house, living in a little closet of a room, living day to day. Always worried about the possibility that in that next semester I might have to go home if I didn’t get an EA slot that would have allowed me to continue on that path of becoming an officer in the Air Force. Living in a house of people that didn’t really know what it meant to be a true friend. They always preached the word, but they never practiced it. No one’s perfect, but realizing your faults is way more mature than pretending that you don’t have them.

But I realized that if I wasn’t able to somehow talk about the things that bothered me, it would destroy me from the inside. I didn’t really care that maybe no one would care to listen, it was all for myself anyway. I still sometimes go back and read the posts that meant a lot to me and it sometimes does bring me to tears (you didn’t hear that from me by the way). Not only was I able to get those things off my chest, but I also found out that I’m not the only one that has things to worry about. I met a lot of unique people, saw things through their perspective and realized that, yes, I have problems. But nothing’s going to change if you just wallow in your own self pity.

I have the opportunity to change myself as well as encourage the people around me. So why not use that gift that God has blessed me with and start making a difference? I tell myself this everyday, but even just the little things can make such a huge difference. A smile, taking those few extra seconds to hold open that door for somebody, little things like that. You can change someone’s life, you have no idea.

The news today only seems to point out tragic stories of murder, kidnappings, rape. Why is it always those things that tend to put a damper on one’s attitude towards life. There’s such a good side to life, but it can be hard to find if all we are exposed to are stories of war, death, and famine.

So if there was one thing that I learned in the past year, that has affected how I view life as well as carry it out is that no matter who you are, you absolutely can make a difference. It might not be world changing or nobel prize worthy, but being able to save someone in some way you could never have expected, is worth more than anything. So just know that you are more than one person in a world of 7 billion. It just depends on how you want to make your impression on those around you.

Don’t let those smiles fool you. I’ve found out that more often than not, the happiest people are the one’s that truly need someone to talk to. They always go out of their way to make others around them feel better, but no one ever aks them if they are ok. No one would ever guess. Be yourself, observe those around you. If someone needs help, never turn a cold shoulder towards them. These are all things that I’ve learned. And all with the help of one art teacher that I had back as a kid. I found this in my planner from middle school over the summer:

Today, one of the most beloved teachers at our school passed away. He was the only teacher that ever tried to talk to me about my problems and aspirations; and he inspired me even when I felt hopeless. He constantly struggled with severe health problems, but he was still one of the happiest/funniest people I knew. But he didn’t die from health complications; he committed suicide this morning. Why?”

One of the many people that helped me as I was going through struggles as a kid growing up. It’s really burned into my heart knowing that he went out of my way to set me straight. And to carry out his kindness, it’s been a personal goal of myself to carry on that legacy that he contributed to my life with. His encouragement really helped me to become the person that I am today, and his passing will not be in vain.

So I just want to thank you all for being with me for this long. I just hope that I was able to make some sort of impact on you as you all have had on me.

October 27, 2012

Blessed

It’s definitely getting to that point in the semester where things just start to look bleak. I don’t know what it is exactly, maybe the changing weather, maybe just knowing that school just feels like it’s never going to end. A person can only take so much before straining under that pressure. And stressing about things really doesn’t help, but it’s hard knowing that my family is under so much financial constraints. We’re at the point of living paycheck to paycheck and it’s hard seeing my mom go through coupon books and buy things that she sees in advertisements, considering she has never done that before.

It doesn’t help that our college tuition has been going up a little every semester. Not only that but my car is suddenly experiencing a lot of issues that require going to the shop to fix. I felt heartbroken the last time I talked to my mom, because I knew money is an issue and she told me she sent some pocket money. This pocket money ended up being all of her tips that she managed to earn in September. She always tries to play it off that money isn’t really an issue, but deep down I know that it’s been hard on her especially. She had to resort to using all of the money in her savings account and her retirement money. She really has nothing left and I feel absolutely terrible in that she still insists that I take the pocket money she sends me, basically her monthly earnings.

I don’t know where I’m going with this really. I just don’t feel that I have anyone that I can talk to right now. My mom really has sacrificed so much just to see my brother and I succeed and it’s just a lot of pressure not to feel like I’m letting her down. I’ve been having really bad nightmares recently and they’ve only been getting progressively worse. I just hate how my mom will do everything that she can in order to help me and my brother, even if that means sacrificing her retirement savings.

But in all reality, I don’t think I would be here without her. Her strength in overcoming her brain tumor was what set me straight on the path that I chose and it’s just good to remember why I’m here. It’s definitely one of those things that have been on my mind lately and I feel that writing it down always seems to help. Maybe things will look up in the future.

One of my favorite songs from when I was a smaller kid. Makes me thankful for what I have, always.

October 7, 2012

So…much…homework…

So in order to massage my brain out of a self induced coma fueled by over 8 hours of straight homework, I thought I’d give my mind a chance to relax by posting about how my homework is slowly crippling my ability to function in a social environment. I don’t even know if that made sense, and quite frankly, I don’t care.

As of this moment, I’m sitting here in my room (which is totally dark by the way, save for one lamp [and it’s 3 in the afternoon]) surrounded by a water bottle which has nourished me for the last day and a half as well as some gum. I can barely feel my left leg, since I’ve been sitting on it for the past hour and a half now and the texture of my chair is imprinted…no, engrained on it like some unwanted tattoo.

So where am I going with this? No clue. Just thought I’d let my mind vomit out all this unnecessary information before going back to work and this is my way of holding back it’s hair. Wow, wtf. But really this next week is definitely going to suck, I don’t think I have ever had a test, paper(s), and a speech back to back before. And the funny thing is, I’m not even procrastinating this time! I’m trying to get ahead! But oh well.

Soon…

However, there are definitely things that I’m looking forward to. Can’t wait for Paranormal Activity 4 in a few weeks! Halloween too! Also, I just bought Portal 2 for 20 bucks, good thing it’s not going to finish downloading until about 10 hours from now…Otherwise I would have just doomed all of my attempts at being productive. It would have been literally the exact situation as in the Lord of the Rings when Isildur had to once in a lifetime opportunity to destroy Sauron’s ring…yet he decided that some bling was in order to decorate his pimp hand and to show those Orcs who’s boss. Literally.

Pimp hand, 97% complete.

On the other hand, I recently watched the new version of The Thing and totally had no idea that the new version is actually a prequel to the original. The ending scene is the introduction to the original 1980 something movie. It blew my mind. Not so much as the guy whose mind was literally blown apart by the alien-beetle-copycat thing. But still, close enough. It wasn’t bad I guess. The monster has the ability to mimic any other person and considering this takes place in Antarctica or somewhere similar, you could see that some trust issues are going to come up. Paranoia at it’s finest.

Trust me guys! I’m still human, it was just a scratch. Let me just give you a hug. I’m cold, you’re cold…we can make it work ;D

Anyways, I should probably get back to my homework now…especially if I want to sleep anytime tonight. Oh yea, I always seem to find the best music when I’m trying to do something else. Anyways, I thought I’d leave you all with this. This song makes me so happy! Wish me luck as I try to get through this week specially made from the depths of Hades with the sole purpose of ruining my sole purpose of having fun!

 

September 15, 2012

Sunset

The air hinted of Autumn. The breeze, of Winter. The sun dimmed as it gave one more effort before finally retiring to the cold emptiness of the night. Lights dotted the landscape, stars dotted the sky. An owl hooting off in the distance, somewhere in the forest. Someone coughs, lungs full of smoke, somewhere in the city. The barren empty city.

The man lay  there, in the grassy opening. Every breath becoming harder to take in as the minutes passed by. He thought of his life up to this point, touched the wound under his blood stained shirt. He winced not only because of the sharp pain in his chest, but also because the feeling of regret that burdened his mind. There were so many things that he had wished he had done. Things that he wished he had said. But as his pulse grew weaker, his vision fading, the only thing that came to his mind was a bitter cold.

He wished that he hadn’t been so ignorant, so stupid. He thought of his home, the familiar smell of his grandmother’s cooking. All the times that he had played with his siblings. Then those dark days, when his grandfather was on his dying moments. He still couldn’t hide the pain when it came to his sweet grandfather. So heart-broken was he that his parents had to pick him up from his grandfather’s tombstone. They had thought he had run away, but he had been by his side, out in the cold for one full week. Hungry, tired, sad. But without any strength. He thought of those days.

The brisk air brought him back to his senses. He knew that there was no hope. He had always wanted to grow up making a difference in the world and knew that it was a big, foolish dream at that. The silence of the night brought him a form of comfort. Silence, the only place where he was able to gather his thoughts. Find out what kind of person he truly was. He started to feel warm. Vision started to fade. The breeze flowing over the long grass in the field, gave him the sensation of flight. He took one more full breath, knowing that things would be better for him. And closed his eyes.

September 8, 2012

The Great Getaway.

The weekend was a much needed reprieve from the harrows of the week prior. It seems like every single day was a week in itself. But oh well. My roommate had to go out of town to attend a wedding meaning I had the house all to myself today. For once I had the luxury of being able to just enjoy the silence. Not going to lie, I did absolutely nothing today. And I liked it. But these days don’t come around too often, so I was just taking advantage of the opportunity before things began to pick up again.

So in the solitude that I was able to find for myself I thought about the things that have been on my mind lately. Being an upperclass cadet literally means that I have to be the embodiment of leadership. I have a pretty sweet responsibility of being a role model to all of the incoming freshman and even the sophomores and everything we get taught in our class has to do with the L-word. Leadership. Everything we do is always under constant scrutiny and we are expected to set the bar higher and higher all the time, by our cadre (-our professors) Just by knowing all of the different aspects and ways to apply it in everyday life. There are literally countless ways to be a leader. Everybody is a leader in some way or form. The key being how to be an effective leader. I can practically tell you all of the traits of a good leader, but it’s the execution which is the hardest part. It definitely does a number on you after awhile and I’m starting to feel burned out by it. And it’s only the 3rd week of school!

I’ve been just a tad bit down lately also because I haven’t been to church in a bit now, especially after breaking away from the one I was in last year. I’m still looking around for a good one, but until then Joel Osteen has got my back. I tend to post when something is bothering me, and I find that to actually help me out. Not only because I get to vent, but also because I get to realize how much my problems are nothing compared to some others out there. It helps me to realize that I could be in so much more of a worse situation. But I also like to post because I may never know who my words reach out to. I am definitely optimistic in that someone may be able to take these words to heart.

I know because I found myself in that exact same situation years prior. I was definitely at a dark time of my life, but the kind words of some stranger absolutely changed my view of how I perceived my situation and how that although things may have seemed bad…nothing is permanent. Where you are in life can only be determined by, well, your own determination. And looking back, I have turned 180 degrees and come to a point in life that I never would have imagined myself to be in. So I just wanted to point out that it’s not impossible. There are others who need help and that you can be that help for someone out there. And I’m not just talking about blogging.

Take a few extra seconds to hold that door for the person behind you, throw in a few smiles here and there. People love smiles, trust me they do! Especially in today’s world, which seems to be dominated by news of people dying here or riots there. Wars over there, and people getting cheated on over yonder.

I may have used this one before, but I just love this picture!

I really have no idea what happened to this post, considering that I was just going to complain about how busy I was…but looking back, I really can’t follow the thought process, but I have to say I like how it ended up. (I never draft what I’m going to post, I just sit down and let my mind wander and take me where ever it wants to go, hence the lack of a coherent thought pattern). Anyways, I thought I’d share that before school started picking up again and I lose myself in my own thoughts again!

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