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[my_own_sky]

Life has changed very fast for me, and I really can not tell which way to turn. I have all these thoughts in my head wanting to direct myself to different routes. Some of these thoughts want to fill this endless void I have been feeling for quite sometime, and since my Mother passed on it has grown worse, another part of me wants to stick my hand

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[texasknight]

In times like this, I am reminded about what my Drill Instructor always used to tell us, "Don't sweat the small shit Private. And ya know what? It's ALL small shit." Of course he used to also tell us that pain was our only true friend and ally. Crazy bastard. Anyway, what I am trying to say, Grant, is that unfortunately for you, you tend to over-annalise everything. Thinking is good, but you dwell on many things, all at the same time. "Don't sweat the small shit pvt. And it's ALL small shit." The way I see it, you only have a couple things you really need to worry about. First and formost, you and your family's health, and well-being. Take care of that before anything else. The biggest rocks are now in the jar. Next, your music. Write, practice, and perform as much as you can after the family thing is done. Boom! The little rocks are now in the jar. Third, friends. Cultivate your friends dude. Tend the garden, because weeds WILL and DO grow in the garden. Pull and trash the weeds, and think on them no more. They are, after all, only weeds. Would you rack your brains, and torture yourself, on an actual weed? Why was it ruining your garden, and things like that? HELLS FUCK NO! And you know it. Bad friends, or just outright assholes are only weeds. TEND YOUR GARDEN, and your true friends will thrive, and feed you well. Before you know it, all your pebbles are in the jar. Fourth is work, and school. Nothing fancy here, just put your head down, and get-r-done. BOOM! now the jar is full of big rocks, little rocks, pebbles, and sand. Last, but not least, Fifth, let the Fates take you where you are ment to go. Let it happen. Follow all four steps above, and this fifth one will take care of itself. There is nothing you can really do about it, so why worry? Again, "don't sweat the small shit pvt. and it's all small shit." There ya have it. the lid is now on the jar, and it is trully full. Follow those steps in that precise order, and you can't help but be right as rain. Oh yeah...Before I forget, "BOLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" in your thinking about a certain girl. It doesn't matter. She's just a weed dude. Pull her, and trash her, and think on her never again.