Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Still fly.

Life is a beautiful struggle, it's a race that we are all running and the finish line is success. Though some of us may scrape our knee during the race, fall down or whateverso. It does not matter, because the only thing that matters is that we pick ourselves up, dust ours shoulders and continue running. Do not envy those who have reached the finish line before you, for envy will get you nowhere. Instead, look up to those people and follow their good traits. Most people are afraid of doing so because they want to be "original". Newsflash, no one is original, we are bits and pieces of everybody. Whether we choose to pick the bad or good depends on oneself but I personally choose to pick out the positive ones.




















We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anais Nin



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