Goeyness and how I miss it
You messed up by showing no interest
Soar high. Get a new perspective, a bird’s-eye-view. Now look down. Isn’t it shocking how small we are? And how fragile, somehow. How the slightest gust of wind can sometimes make us fall apart. But If there’s something I’m certain of is that we have to keep moving on. Ask for help, be by the side of someone supportive and don’t lose faith.
Yes, negativity has an enormous influence on us, but so does positivity and there’s something else I’ve learnt. Light’s mightier than darkness. Always.
I want to go back to what I used to be. What I was so proud of. A person with a changed vision and a different approach about life. Making the most of every little moment, a stickler for detail. And you know what? I don’t just want to go back, I’m going to go back. I’m resolved to do anything. Dreams, beware, I’m coming after you.
Excellence’s not an act, but a habit
It appears the slightest gust of wind can blow our card castle. Boredom being the former, interest being the latter. Where are our principles? Why does this even affect young people to a greater extent? Where are the interesting people hiding? Why are there so few? A good many questions, actually. I want to travel the world and meet that kind of people you could just spend your life listening to. I’d love people of my age to be excited, exciting, interested and interesting. Make your life interesting so you’re never bored and be interesting yourself. This sure is subjective but… Here’s a hint. Intelligence relies a great deal on how to use it. And that… that actually means something. At least to some of us.
Why wait ‘till the summertime, just to say goodbye?
I remember when it all started. Little did I know it’d chase me everywhere. I had no idea it would snowball into something this big. Not until I started to lose sight of things did it dawn on me that this was the real deal.
I don’t usually ask for much. I’m not necessarily too demanding. But every so often I cast my mind back to a certain moment in the past and I remember myself with another smile on my face. A different smile. The eyes have changed, but it somehow feels the same.
Come what may, I’m happy. Distraction is key.