I’m back to my own shelter, after a day and a half of adventure, I am back to the comfort of my bed. I know I should be sleeping by now but seems that I just feel the need to write about anything. And I guess it’s better not to sleep just yet, because when I die? I have a lot of sleeping to do, and not worry about waking up. I am alive, and I have to make something out of life before heading on to that never ending moment of sleep.
How does it feel to be alive? I say it’s this moment, this moment when I am doing something. This moment when I am building myself, this moment when I am creating something good, this is what it takes to be alive… finding and creating something good… something great.
I’ve been passive for a while, and I think that moment of mediocrity is way down in my trash bin, I’m back to the game of life. I have what it takes to become better, some may think I’m not cut out for anything, but the hell with those people, I’m gonna make good and I’m gonna do good.
Okay, seems like I’m ranting now. But I don’t care, I have this moment now, and I’m making use of it… and perhaps the best time to say something to people who seem to think they actually know you, when what? They weren’t there to see you work your ass off to be a good person, they weren’t there to see you grow up. I’m sorry but screw these people. I won’t let you get into me and ruin what I have built, i’m gonna do this, I’m gonna live my life.
And thank you. Thank you for what was said; it makes me want to continue to be better. It makes me want to go on and be better. THANK YOU.
Now, I feel better. Good.