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Jan 05, 2006 20:46


When I was younger I was magical.
I was completely filled with every imaginable inspiration, hope and happiness. I could do anything I wanted, I could do anything thats close to impossible in the whole wide world. I was unstoppable, totally connected and part of whatever makes the gears keep shifting.

I gave up what passions I had thinking theyd ( Read more... )

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thatscheap January 6 2006, 05:14:16 UTC
this inspiration you speak of... yes, it takes effort to find that sense of drive to take you someplace relevant and extraordinary in life, but there's a right kind of effort and a wrong kind of effort. at the moment you are deliberately forcing life to hand you inspiration, and all it's doing its draining your time and energy. that's bad effort; there is no use in forcing a track when you don't know how or where your fate is leading you.

i think the reason why there seemed to have been more conviniency as a kid was because the world didn't expect you to know your full potential and emotional capability yet. your authorities were your umbrellas, pushing you in different directions ensuring your enjoyment and expanding your creativity to it's fullest. it just seemed like there was more spark and inspiration then, but it was really because you were just looking for excitement rather than long-term expectations. and that's what you've got to do now. focus on what makes your heart sing at the moment and flourish it just for that time being, and nothing else. then move on and find another. eventually you'll find just what you've been waiting for, even if it's not what you were expecting. that's the right kind of effort. live in the present, and just trust and be patient. passions and opportunities will never leave you if you never leave them.

dani, i love you, and things will work out. i'm not just bullshittingly optimistic on livejournal, it's just kinks DO work out if you'll let it. and trust me, i've had my share of issues to deal with to realize that.

perks of being a wallflower is good. a lot of people bash it but it's a nice and comforting "what the fuck am i doing, where the fuck am i going" kind of book. i don't know. i like it, i always go back and read certain chapters over and over again.

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