What do I post anymore but stupid memes?
I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want, and I will answer truthfully and fully. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this message, and allow your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as reek. I'll forever be a poet, but I challenge myself every day to say the things that mean the most in my actions. To all who look away from me in the now, be deaf to change.
2. Why do you sing?
I used to sing my fears, until I was no longer afraid. Then I sang my dreams, until they happened around me. I then started to sing about truths, until I realized that absolute truth was not the end all. Now, I guess I sign about things that make me feel. If I look for a pattern here I'd have to call it growth. If I had to say why I sing, I'd have to call it life.
3. What do you want?
To know what I want. Sometimes I feel like I don't quite remember what I am looking for, or to feel comfortable in something. Sometimes I feel I can do anything and be okay. I guess in some strange way I'd like to be innocent and hopeful again, that there was one and only one way to be happy. That was so easy to follow even in the hardest times. Now, with choices, it seems easy to give up. I want to believe in something again, to a level where I'll put all of myself into it and be the best I can. If I can't find that, I'll settle for the eventual growth in that direction.
I want to be healthy.
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