The Entry of a Lifetime:
I believe that my brain has finally conquered my erratic blood flow. It seems that everything inside that wanted to shift and transform into emotional energy is turning into theoretical impossibilities. Marketing my emotional self is now as dead as Billy Mays. Some would say I'm turning into a zombie that craves brains...and they would indeed tell me that a zombie way of life is not a great way to live, but I beg to differ. I like to crave the information that a person can obtain! I want to dwell on the facts and absorb the wisdom.
Emotions have ran my metaphorical stage of life for too many years and has put me in loads of trouble. I've hurt, abused, used, misinterpreted, taken for granted, lied, cheated, stole, and broke many hearts [including mine] from being so emotional. I've hated myself for not taking control in any of these situations. For a good six or seven years now I've been trying to focus on keeping myself composed. It may have taken a good portion of my life and time to do, but I can now see the rainbow at the end of this long tunnel. I have a focus on what I want and I will not rest till I get it.
I used to think that my grass would always be much more green somewhere else, but now I know that the grass you're standing in is probably the softest grass-since you're paying so much more attention to it. The grass somewhere else is probably neglected and full of weeds and insects. Why would you want to go see that grass and try to save it when you've got the best grass under your feet? I used to want to save that grass from decaying and it's own abandon. Now I just realized that if I did that I'd leave that beautiful patch I was on to rot and whither away. I'd never finish watching it grow and seeing the dew on a cold morning, the misty fog that washes over it when it's humid out, etc. Needless to say, I've let too many patches of grass that were beautiful die and barely looked back. Soon this patch of grass I'm on right now will grow and grow and cover those little broken patches I once cherished. Those broken patches that I've always wanted to fix and repair and watch flourish again will soon have an eternal slumber under the soil and blossom beautiful life once again.
The drought is finally over.
Emotions have ran my metaphorical stage of life for too many years and has put me in loads of trouble. I've hurt, abused, used, misinterpreted, taken for granted, lied, cheated, stole, and broke many hearts [including mine] from being so emotional. I've hated myself for not taking control in any of these situations. For a good six or seven years now I've been trying to focus on keeping myself composed. It may have taken a good portion of my life and time to do, but I can now see the rainbow at the end of this long tunnel. I have a focus on what I want and I will not rest till I get it.
I used to think that my grass would always be much more green somewhere else, but now I know that the grass you're standing in is probably the softest grass-since you're paying so much more attention to it. The grass somewhere else is probably neglected and full of weeds and insects. Why would you want to go see that grass and try to save it when you've got the best grass under your feet? I used to want to save that grass from decaying and it's own abandon. Now I just realized that if I did that I'd leave that beautiful patch I was on to rot and whither away. I'd never finish watching it grow and seeing the dew on a cold morning, the misty fog that washes over it when it's humid out, etc. Needless to say, I've let too many patches of grass that were beautiful die and barely looked back. Soon this patch of grass I'm on right now will grow and grow and cover those little broken patches I once cherished. Those broken patches that I've always wanted to fix and repair and watch flourish again will soon have an eternal slumber under the soil and blossom beautiful life once again.
The drought is finally over.