Getting Left 4 Dead Again...
I'm at a point of the rat race where I'm stuck in the middle. I'm not ahead and I'm not behind but I have to remind myself that I still got more years and challenges ahead of me, so I can't just sprint all the way to the finish line. Being on my own finally for the first time, I realize that there's a lot of things I have to take care before I move to the next level of expertise. Looking at the numbers of the Forex I can see up and down candles of the US Dollar, taking a dump in what I call America's dump.
Yet even though people say we are recovering, we still got a long road ahead. I then ponder how the hell have I survive so long, is it luck or is it just the sense of survival.
I tend to believe that the Zombie Horde is coming but then maybe I'm just playing too much Left 4 Dead 2 on the computer and on the Xbox. I seem to already finish all the campaigns on PC and moving toward the Xbox 360 so I can hopefully play with Jon on a session on Left 4 Dead. But ironically we still haven't played and my crappy Xbox seem to take a crap at the best time.
Working through this job market I understand that the market is not good but that doesn't stop me from surviving what I call the best years of my life. Some might call this a crappy time in American History but being in my generation I feel that this experience will only make us stronger as a whole. Of course your going to have a few, or maybe I'm wrong as a majority, losing a lot of money, and being in debt in time to come. But I still believe the strong will survive and if I can be one of those strong ones to survive this ordeal I think I will be richer and most importantly wiser in years to come.
I feel I am on the right track but at the same time I find myself stuck in that zone. Being Left 4 Dead and it is a matter of taking it in your own hands to be successful. There is no hand out and if there is, I don't want it because I been through too much to just end it here. I come to terms to be happy in the small things in life and found the best thing I cherish is my time with my girlfriend eating Pho or feeding the ducks at the park. Even with all the sessions of gaming and experience in the Marine Corps, the simple things makes me appreciate how lucky I am to be with her, and the time I still have in this rat race.
I'm just so competitive, its seems to be in my nature to be competitive, from sports, to video games, to just anything. I don't like to fail or fall but at the same time, falling making me understand how humble I am, and how humble I use to be. I lost sight of that as I came back I feel and its not because I shouldn't be happy, but when your alone over there in the desert I think the desert sort of make you crazy. Because the war is not always against zombies, or human beings. Sometimes the biggest war is in the self. The war within that you can't let go or something you go through because how isolated you are in Iraq or in any war zone.
It has taken me some time to adjust to the civilian world, and its just funny how even though we feel sometimes think that the world evolve on you. It just doesn't because the world is so small and you meet people for a reason and sometimes even meet people you haven't seen for years out of the blue. I don't feel its chance or a probability of seeing an old high school mate in High School at the same base in Iraq. Or doing some temp work and meeting another old friend from high school on a odd Saturday. I think it means something, I think its something that justify that we are not alone out there in this struggle.
I love Los Angeles, I love it with all my heart. Something about it is so beautiful, from the sunny sky and great weather. Its not just the weather, but its the people you meet. Wither its the assholes on the roads or the faithful fans of your favorite sports team. Los Angeles seems to be the land of fame and excess. Its that dream that we love Los Angeles, I truly feel we love the struggle. Why else would we want to live in a man made ozone layer that is literally killing us and having a job market thats so low that people are losing jobs left and right. There has to be a reason and I think that were all fucked up in the head somehow. Or were just trying to pick up the pieces. For the most part I think we will be all right because sometimes being Left 4 Dead is okay. Sometime we just got to kill dem sumofbitches to make our own path to salvation...
Yet even though people say we are recovering, we still got a long road ahead. I then ponder how the hell have I survive so long, is it luck or is it just the sense of survival.
I tend to believe that the Zombie Horde is coming but then maybe I'm just playing too much Left 4 Dead 2 on the computer and on the Xbox. I seem to already finish all the campaigns on PC and moving toward the Xbox 360 so I can hopefully play with Jon on a session on Left 4 Dead. But ironically we still haven't played and my crappy Xbox seem to take a crap at the best time.
Working through this job market I understand that the market is not good but that doesn't stop me from surviving what I call the best years of my life. Some might call this a crappy time in American History but being in my generation I feel that this experience will only make us stronger as a whole. Of course your going to have a few, or maybe I'm wrong as a majority, losing a lot of money, and being in debt in time to come. But I still believe the strong will survive and if I can be one of those strong ones to survive this ordeal I think I will be richer and most importantly wiser in years to come.
I feel I am on the right track but at the same time I find myself stuck in that zone. Being Left 4 Dead and it is a matter of taking it in your own hands to be successful. There is no hand out and if there is, I don't want it because I been through too much to just end it here. I come to terms to be happy in the small things in life and found the best thing I cherish is my time with my girlfriend eating Pho or feeding the ducks at the park. Even with all the sessions of gaming and experience in the Marine Corps, the simple things makes me appreciate how lucky I am to be with her, and the time I still have in this rat race.
I'm just so competitive, its seems to be in my nature to be competitive, from sports, to video games, to just anything. I don't like to fail or fall but at the same time, falling making me understand how humble I am, and how humble I use to be. I lost sight of that as I came back I feel and its not because I shouldn't be happy, but when your alone over there in the desert I think the desert sort of make you crazy. Because the war is not always against zombies, or human beings. Sometimes the biggest war is in the self. The war within that you can't let go or something you go through because how isolated you are in Iraq or in any war zone.
It has taken me some time to adjust to the civilian world, and its just funny how even though we feel sometimes think that the world evolve on you. It just doesn't because the world is so small and you meet people for a reason and sometimes even meet people you haven't seen for years out of the blue. I don't feel its chance or a probability of seeing an old high school mate in High School at the same base in Iraq. Or doing some temp work and meeting another old friend from high school on a odd Saturday. I think it means something, I think its something that justify that we are not alone out there in this struggle.
I love Los Angeles, I love it with all my heart. Something about it is so beautiful, from the sunny sky and great weather. Its not just the weather, but its the people you meet. Wither its the assholes on the roads or the faithful fans of your favorite sports team. Los Angeles seems to be the land of fame and excess. Its that dream that we love Los Angeles, I truly feel we love the struggle. Why else would we want to live in a man made ozone layer that is literally killing us and having a job market thats so low that people are losing jobs left and right. There has to be a reason and I think that were all fucked up in the head somehow. Or were just trying to pick up the pieces. For the most part I think we will be all right because sometimes being Left 4 Dead is okay. Sometime we just got to kill dem sumofbitches to make our own path to salvation...