an anchor around the sailors ankles
I believe its okay to be scared.
My life basically revolves around the phrase, "knock on wood".
If I feel blessed for something, it tends to slowly fade away. Maybe on occasion it abruptly combusts. I think it has been more of a 'taking for granted'-sort-of-a-thing. So maybe I'm alright.
Yes. I have wasted too long of a time without truely appreciating everything I have surrounding me. I may not have what I desire. But I have what I need to get by, and really, thats whats really important. Desire is kept in my life to progress anyway. Think about it.
Why rush and get EVERYTHING I want... its more likely I'll never feel satisfied. I'll just keep feeding on what makes me crave and throw away everything I have achieved or recieved behind me.
I am content with what I have.
I am content with what I am.
SEA SICK
I have been down with the illness for a while. Depressed. The sinking feeling-is what you could call it. And so maybe Im at the bottom of the sea right now. Its dark, and mysterious. I dont know what lies ahead, or what lurks behind me. Ive been thrown into this ocean far too early, too young of age, and no one truely tought me how to swim. But its these 'at the rck bottom'-days that tought me how to appreciate what I have. Besides, its the bottom of the ocean where these true treasures are found.
I wake up everymorning now, breathing. And the air is good. I have my own place, a fair income, and someone who loves me more than what I thought the word love meant.
Construstion is in my blood, I love to build. And I have learned to built my raft out of my shipwrecks, I am now afloat. Sink? I might. Scared? A little. But these tidal waves have given me good enough swimming practice. Wave after wave after wave, these troubles come and come and come. I have fought for so long. Tiring.
But I now learned to swim with the current, and go with it. These unfortunities are just enough of an answer to say it wasnt meant to be.
I believe its okay to be scared.
Its giving me a little more motivation.
I'm starting to enjoy the feeling we lived to call enemy.
My life basically revolves around the phrase, "knock on wood".
If I feel blessed for something, it tends to slowly fade away. Maybe on occasion it abruptly combusts. I think it has been more of a 'taking for granted'-sort-of-a-thing. So maybe I'm alright.
Yes. I have wasted too long of a time without truely appreciating everything I have surrounding me. I may not have what I desire. But I have what I need to get by, and really, thats whats really important. Desire is kept in my life to progress anyway. Think about it.
Why rush and get EVERYTHING I want... its more likely I'll never feel satisfied. I'll just keep feeding on what makes me crave and throw away everything I have achieved or recieved behind me.
I am content with what I have.
I am content with what I am.
SEA SICK
I have been down with the illness for a while. Depressed. The sinking feeling-is what you could call it. And so maybe Im at the bottom of the sea right now. Its dark, and mysterious. I dont know what lies ahead, or what lurks behind me. Ive been thrown into this ocean far too early, too young of age, and no one truely tought me how to swim. But its these 'at the rck bottom'-days that tought me how to appreciate what I have. Besides, its the bottom of the ocean where these true treasures are found.
I wake up everymorning now, breathing. And the air is good. I have my own place, a fair income, and someone who loves me more than what I thought the word love meant.
Construstion is in my blood, I love to build. And I have learned to built my raft out of my shipwrecks, I am now afloat. Sink? I might. Scared? A little. But these tidal waves have given me good enough swimming practice. Wave after wave after wave, these troubles come and come and come. I have fought for so long. Tiring.
But I now learned to swim with the current, and go with it. These unfortunities are just enough of an answer to say it wasnt meant to be.
I believe its okay to be scared.
Its giving me a little more motivation.
I'm starting to enjoy the feeling we lived to call enemy.