I've come to realize that if I really focus on something that I don't really like or care for, but other people do, then I begin to understand why they love it. And it makes me appreciate it a little more.
Even though there are lots of bratty, obnoxious, annoying children out there, I have to remember that it's not their fault that they have turned out that way.
Although it is highly valued, a comfortable life can also be a boring one.
I really love the idea of being someone that can make an impact on others.
I have been sleeping too much, and I am starting to feel wasteful of these summer days, so Im setting my alarm.
I've been thinking about how I used to take piano lessons, and how I wish I could have stuck with it for longer than two or three years, or however long it was.
I will make an honest effort to never take my frustrations out on the innocent people around me just because it's convenient.
This blog is so much for myself, I have come to realize. It's nice to know people read it. But more than that it's like a canal of freedom for my thoughts. And I don't feel embarrassed or ashamed when I post things here, and I don't feel the need to impress anyone. It's like a journal...only public. Which is kind of exhilarating in a way.
This post is just an obvious statement to how unorganized my brain has become.
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