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Time moves forwards continually; even when it appears it is only edging further into the quicksand.
A lot of things have been very trying for me lately, and for the most part of this year. Friendships have ended, people have died, mistakes have been made.
Looking back on it I know I can't dwell on any of these things- I know I have done in the past. If I want to remain positive and carry myself forward then I must look back only to reflect upon the change from then and now.
I'm as much of a worrier as I am a fun person; the two together make a clashing combination. A lot of good friendships have been strengthened recently, and bad ones broken away.
Work is nothing but a continual frustration. I have a good job, but it's not good enough for my expectations. Sometimes I wonder if the goals I set before myself a ludicrous and not worth setting...but then again the other part of me knows that if I never set them I'll never find out.
I have a lot of pressure set on me to meet up to the expectations of the rest of my family, whom are all incredibly high fliers. I have my own expectations I want to meet, even if people think of them as selfish and materialistic. My drive is to make lots of money.
At this point in my life I can see no other ultimate goal other than to be incredibly wealthy and live in luxury. So....maybe when my life has more purpose and something of more meaning I can look back at this and laugh a-loud. For the time being I'm going to remain focused on my work.
A lot of things have been very trying for me lately, and for the most part of this year. Friendships have ended, people have died, mistakes have been made.
Looking back on it I know I can't dwell on any of these things- I know I have done in the past. If I want to remain positive and carry myself forward then I must look back only to reflect upon the change from then and now.
I'm as much of a worrier as I am a fun person; the two together make a clashing combination. A lot of good friendships have been strengthened recently, and bad ones broken away.
Work is nothing but a continual frustration. I have a good job, but it's not good enough for my expectations. Sometimes I wonder if the goals I set before myself a ludicrous and not worth setting...but then again the other part of me knows that if I never set them I'll never find out.
I have a lot of pressure set on me to meet up to the expectations of the rest of my family, whom are all incredibly high fliers. I have my own expectations I want to meet, even if people think of them as selfish and materialistic. My drive is to make lots of money.
At this point in my life I can see no other ultimate goal other than to be incredibly wealthy and live in luxury. So....maybe when my life has more purpose and something of more meaning I can look back at this and laugh a-loud. For the time being I'm going to remain focused on my work.