Anyohaseyo everyone, I am back and this entry is another life lesson from my many, many pages from my book of experience. Granted I have only lived on this Earth for 23 years and the Earth is only about a couple of million even if that years old. It is about flying to high, not literally of course. Everyone knows you can drug up to be higher than a F*** kite sometimes. No I mean aiming higher than you can imagine. It is like the story of Icarus, the boy who flew too close to the sun. He ended up falling, and falling hard, not a euphism. The reason why I bring up such a idea is this… I just saw a friend, a good friend of mine who looked like nothing could bother them, no bad news could phase them, that nothing in the world could make that smile on their face turn upside down. It was because my dear friends…she was in love. I told and I wrote of love to people and how it makes us feel; makes us do some irrational things, but as cliche as it is “love is caring and love is blind.” For the first time in a long time I was truely happy for her, but that is what worries me. You see, even in light of happiness I still worry unlike other people who keep truckin on like a normal day. I worry for people that have hopes and dreams, because I saw someone I deeply care about lose everything in an instance. In a snap of a finger, his world was destoryed like the feeling you get when you play the game jinga, when the tower shakes and falls, you close your eyes and yell at the top of your lungs….OH NO.

I am not saying that life is impossible to aim high; no no. I am not saying that we are all doomed for failure…NO NO if you are thinking that you have missed my point. My point of this ramble, my point of my consistent complaining and bitching about the world is to give inspiration to others to find the good in it. I told people that love is great, love is good, but don’t rush it. Don’t prematurely fall into it. This is what I mean… I have seen too many bodies floating in the sea of failure, of loss to keep count. I have seen too many people be on cloud nine one minute, then fall into the deepest void of darkness. The reason for that is…because they were chasing a dream, chasing an emotion, chasing a empty box they wanted to fill and the only they could fill it is with someone else. People are fragile things, but people’s minds are even more delicate. Imagine, you all with bf and gf if that person died, or left without a word, and you were a lone…would you have the strength to pick yourself and try again? would you have the determination and strive to move forward? I don’t and I’ve been truely alone for the longest time…but I am changing that…I am gritting my teeth and clenching my fists beating them against the Earth to become what I ultimately was afraid of becoming…a fighter. Anyways enough of this emo shiiittttt. Just some food for thought…..a person can’t only be physcially strong to survive….Hello and Good night..