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I've realized so much in like, the past week. Like things about how happy I am to have what I have and how proud I am of myself and, what I want to do with my life.
My dad was one of the best FBI agents in NJ and NY. Everytime I look at the plaque with his badge and picture, etc., it makes me proud. I'm proud that my dad was such an accomplished man, with such a great career. And I'm proud that he had a career that not only helped people, but gave him some of the best experiences of his life. I realize that becoming an FBI agent would not only help me to carry out what he couldn't once he passed away, but it could help me to learn more about him from a different type of perspective. I know that people can tell me tons of what there is to know about the man whom I share half of my DNA with, but no one can tell me truly what he went through and experienced in his career. I can truly see what his life was like if I become an agent. I'm almost sure its what I want to do now, and I plan to pursue it as my career.
One of my best friends is going through one of the worst periods of time in her life that she's ever had, and it just makes me realize how much I have and how happy I am to have it. I never forget what my mom does for me and what I have, and I never wish that I had a different life, because I honestly love being me and living in my own shoes, but I dont reach this level of appreciation every day, and I should. Sometimes I dont think about how much I actually do have and how little any person just like me might have. Sometimes I forget theres people out there that have better reasons to be upset than I do. I admit that sometimes I'll lay down to go to sleep and the tears will just pour down like waterfalls for reasons known, and reasons unknown, and I'll admit that sometimes I have real, extremely valid reasons to be upset, but sometimes when it happens I don't and I need to realize during those times that I'm being ridiculous, because theres people that have it way worse than I do. I dont have it bad at all. Except for a few minor details that wish to remain anonymous.
Ive also kind of decided on where I want to live, you know, Jersey or here... and well I'm not going to publicly announce the verdict yet because it's not official.
Not yet.
And...
apparently, my pants look like a charity case since I just tried to sew them.
My dad was one of the best FBI agents in NJ and NY. Everytime I look at the plaque with his badge and picture, etc., it makes me proud. I'm proud that my dad was such an accomplished man, with such a great career. And I'm proud that he had a career that not only helped people, but gave him some of the best experiences of his life. I realize that becoming an FBI agent would not only help me to carry out what he couldn't once he passed away, but it could help me to learn more about him from a different type of perspective. I know that people can tell me tons of what there is to know about the man whom I share half of my DNA with, but no one can tell me truly what he went through and experienced in his career. I can truly see what his life was like if I become an agent. I'm almost sure its what I want to do now, and I plan to pursue it as my career.
One of my best friends is going through one of the worst periods of time in her life that she's ever had, and it just makes me realize how much I have and how happy I am to have it. I never forget what my mom does for me and what I have, and I never wish that I had a different life, because I honestly love being me and living in my own shoes, but I dont reach this level of appreciation every day, and I should. Sometimes I dont think about how much I actually do have and how little any person just like me might have. Sometimes I forget theres people out there that have better reasons to be upset than I do. I admit that sometimes I'll lay down to go to sleep and the tears will just pour down like waterfalls for reasons known, and reasons unknown, and I'll admit that sometimes I have real, extremely valid reasons to be upset, but sometimes when it happens I don't and I need to realize during those times that I'm being ridiculous, because theres people that have it way worse than I do. I dont have it bad at all. Except for a few minor details that wish to remain anonymous.
Ive also kind of decided on where I want to live, you know, Jersey or here... and well I'm not going to publicly announce the verdict yet because it's not official.
Not yet.
And...
apparently, my pants look like a charity case since I just tried to sew them.