Inspired by riskeverythingfearnothing, this is the 30 day letter challenge. I will write these at my leisure and I probably won’t go in order.
Day one - your best friend
Day two - your crush
Day three - your parents
Day four - your sibling
Day five - your dreams
Day six - a stranger
Day seven - your ex/love/crush
Day eight - your favorite internet friend
Day nine - someone you wish you could meet
Day ten - someone you dont talk to as much as you’d like
Day eleven - someone deceased you wish you could talk to
Day twelve - someone you hate/caused you alot of pain
Day thirteen - someone you wish would forgive you
Day fourteen - someone you drifted away from
Day fifteen - the person you miss the most
Day sixteen - someone thats not in your state/country
Day seventeen - someone from your childhood
Day eighteen - the person you wish you could be
Day nineteen - someone that pesters your mind, good or bad
Day twenty - the one that broke your heart the most
Day twentyone - someone you judged on first impression
Day twentytwo - someone you want to give a second chance to
Day twentythree - the last person you kissed
Day twentyfour - the person who gave you your favorite memory
Day twentyfive - the person you know going through the hardest time
Day twentysix - the last person you made a pinky promise to
Day twentyyseven - the friendliest person you knew for one day
Day twentyeight - someone that changed your life
Day twentynine - the person you want to tell everything to but are afraid to
Day thirty - your reflection in the mirror
I think that the reason that I’m so obsessed with motivational quotes is because I lack optimism. People have faith because it gives their life purpose, a reason to continue living, a belief that there is more to life after death. What about those who continue living for the sake of living? Whos’ singular driving purpose is not what benefits there are to be reaped in the afterlife but to enjoy the beauty of life and make the most of every moment? I don’t believe in miracles. The validity of miracles are as controversial to me as the importance of astrology in the study of science. I believe that you, and you alone have the power to control your happiness and that you shouldn’t leave it up to a magical deity to determine your life choices. What’s so wrong with not having a life purpose or a path to follow? Create your own path.
Not everyone is meant to be extraordinary, but its up to you whether you can be.
(picvia leilockheart)
How do you continue to go about your life as if nothing has changed? When all the time and effort you spent on one person was all for nothing? When who they are is the single embodiment of everything that you once were and now it’s as if you’ve had no part in it. Eventually the lies stop having their effect in temporarily relieving the pain like they once did and you can’t convince yourself anymore that you don’t care. Especially when a token of a past memory appears unexpectedly and makes everything, the tears, the pain, the love, come rushing back like a video montage in a chick-flick and knocks you right off your feet. Before you even know what hit you, you’re collapsed on the ground gasping for air, hand to your chest trying to still the rapid pangs reminiscent of NATO drums.
IT’S A HEARTACHE IN THE MOST LITERAL SENSE.
(picvia leilockheart)
As I’ve learned in my beginner’s Psych class, you go through those stages of self-discovery throughout your teenage years, so why is it now that I feel as though the identity I worked so hard to maintain and cultivate is slowly being chipped away? Usually the friendly, approachable, and outgoing type, now I find it difficult to even feign interest in conversation with colleagues and acquaintances. I find it so hard to obtain that commonality with others which used to be so simple and build upon it to enhance interpersonal relationships. Or the disciplined filial daughter, instead I find myself in situations where Mother would sure disapprove. I lack the self-confidence that I used to exude, and don’t smile as much as before. I find that I like who I was a lot better then who I’m becoming, and I don’t know how to get back. Going back to the past defies all laws of physics, but I’d rather go back to my past then face what I become in the future.
If you met yourself ten years from now, would you recognize you?
July4(:
You never see it comin’ you just get to see it go
Yeah, I shoulda looked up in the sky at first
Now I can see it in her eyes
Fireworks
-Drake
I’m always working. Ever since my first job in my last year of jhs, I’ve been working a never-ending string of jobs. However, whereever I’m working I always categorize my current form of livelihood. I decide whether I’m working a job or a career.
I remember way back when in a Chris Rock standup, he was ranting about a dead-end job in one of those restaurant-chains as a plate-scraper and really what struck me most about it was when he was talking about the differences between a job and a career.
In a job, the day doesn’t go by fast enough. You would go and hide out in the bathroom just so that you can past the time but in a career there aren’t enough hours in a day. You’re always working on some project or bringing work home to get ahead.
I guess you would say that “getting ahead” is the key.
