There's something about history... it's just not always as helpful as it should be. That is if you can't look at it right. I let others use me too much, and I know this. But I'm always telling myself I'm going to work on changing this. Yet if I think about it, I've been doing this for years longer than the last time it's had been too long... will I forever repeat this behavior?
Monday, May 16, 2011
History and nothing about it
There's something about history... it's just not always as helpful as it should be. That is if you can't look at it right. I let others use me too much, and I know this. But I'm always telling myself I'm going to work on changing this. Yet if I think about it, I've been doing this for years longer than the last time it's had been too long... will I forever repeat this behavior?
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Do Not Toss

Each day something new happens. Today I found insight, again. And, rather than loose it, I intend on writing it down. It is, about being a packrat, and how to stop.
So I look around my room, and I ask myself, why don't I have a space for all of my beautiful old cameras? Then I tell myself, there's no room here. Look at all the things I have. But, how much of it do I need, or even want?
So I attack myself, judging my own reasons for keeping things and throwing away whatever I can't defend properly... very effective, and oddly I never miss any of it.
But, there are some peices to my life I can't throw away, even if I can't defend keeping them <3
I hope you're for real

Sometimes life throws something wonderful at you, and you're just not entirely sure what to do with it. Most days I'd let her get away, but not this one. I'm not sure why but she makes me smile such a smile.
"Like cobblestone the path before you is both beaten and paved, none can say it's untraveled, yet still, none can tell you what you'll find along the way. Bright lights in the sky can guide you, a map can show your destination, and I can tell you you've got nowhere to go. Hide it if you will... you're scared of letting go. Your ideals are much too valuable, so tangible, they're almost palpable... you know they're real because you can taste them. Now I tell you they're not real at all."
-> I hope you're for real
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