March 2010
February 2010
about previous question:
thanks to all who answered~ the art did let me know it was from RIP, but i wasn’t sure which issue. :3 i’ll be looking that up shortly.
ya’ll are pro.
Batman 681 page 8
Insanity @ its best: Suicide. →
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No matter who you are, if you have lived any sort of an interesting life, you have probably thought of ending it all.
Maybe not seriously, but regardless, there has been a point in time where you thought “wow, it would be so much easier if I killed myself”.
I’m letting you know now, that it’s…
Totally agree.
This is where the Monster lives: For the love of curfews. →
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I use to freak out every time that I missed curfew. I could never enjoy my night out because I was always anticipating that ridiculous gangsta rap song that would play when my mom was calling me.
I am blessed. I learned this my senior year of high school. My friends and I would always go out…
Time
Time is the most important commodity we have. I hate wasting time, but I’m a hypocrite by stating that because I admit that I do it a lot. It’s certainly not something to be proud of by any means.
Even doing a little bit of something productive consistently can change my whole life for the better, but yet I fight an uphill battle against myself. If I can take some time back and do something productive with it, I can guarantee my life would be something I can actually look positively upon wholeheartedly.
Make no mistake, this does not mean I hate my life, because on the contrary I love my life. I love all the people in it, keeping me strong, family and friends. The only disappointment is myself, and the precious moments I discard.
I wish I could coach my past self through all my bad MINOR decisions, because those minor decisions eventually lead to something greater.
At this point they’re leading towards a limbo. Time wasted, such a tragedy. Possibly the biggest tragedy that we all encounter yet it goes unspoken, unheard.
I’m guilty of this. If you know how it feels to be disappointed with someone else, disappointment with the self feels a lot worse, as it should.
Honestly, I have no tangible, ultimate goal. My goal is that carrot on that stick, to keep chasing it until the end. Self-betterment. What do I do instead? My eyes wander off of the prize, and I stand there, stagnant, without direction. I am my greatest disappointment.
Why do I consistently fail to realize that the little good I can do with the little spare time I have can reap the rewards of a lifetime?
Why do I consistently fail to realize that the little spurt of truly unproductive activity I have can cause me moments of regretting decisions?
Why do I waste my time? My breath? My heartbeat? I only have so many left. Each one should have meaning.
I pray that we, with what little time we have left on this earth, can spend our moments wisely, that if a better option is presented to us, we take it, even if we lack the energy to.
Once a moment of time has passed, we may NEVER get it back, no matter how hard we try.
Let’s give meaning to every moment, breath and beat of our hearts.
Only the strong survive.
