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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAAR3gzeCp7ImA9WhRaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200968497470058700</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:15:46.680-05:00</updated><category term="Being a sister for the first time...." /><category term="Potential Love" /><category term="Reality" /><category term="A true story" /><category term="Deliberately Confused" /><category term="A night out" /><category term="Frustration" /><category term="An Adventure" /><category term="Frustration VS Perseverance" /><category term="Old but not forgotten love" /><category term="Uncertain" /><category term="Old friends vs New friends" /><category term="An Apology for Ignorance" /><category term="Hopeful" /><category term="Growing Up" /><category term="Life Goals" /><category term="Europe" /><category term="Meeting Biological Family" /><category term="Superiority" /><title>Because</title><subtitle type="html">.*.*.*.I.T.s..J.U.s.T..A.n..O.P.I.n.I.O.n.*.*.*.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://peanutrants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://peanutrants.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Peanut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13384586574867121848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GQlFgn9AJJE/ShD7sFsc1lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VanOJbOYv80/S220/IMG_0570.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/jWko" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/jwko" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcFQH89eSp7ImA9WhdUGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200968497470058700.post-5544581589248815327</id><published>2011-10-06T19:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:16:51.161-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T19:16:51.161-04:00</app:edited><title>I suppose I am back...</title><content type="html">READERS: it's been a while!&lt;br /&gt;
I return to this blog no more guided or assured then when I first posted...&lt;br /&gt;
is this just how it is?&lt;br /&gt;
as kids we think adults hold all the secret information then as we grow up we realize they are JUST AS CLUELESS.... how disappointing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
25 years experience i have at this whole "life" thing and yet...&lt;br /&gt;
I am as helpless and lost as a 2 year old..&lt;br /&gt;
A QUARTER OF A CENTURY AND STILL AS DAFT AS AN INFANT. . .&lt;br /&gt;
sad really.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have gone from the should of been euro trip which lead to one hell of a wicked year of goodbye parties with some of the greatest people alive. . .to meeting people who share my actual DNA... to serious unemployment...to the perfect guy...to running a shoe store... all of this has happened, clearly "nutshelled" but damn man ALLLLLL that "growth"...but, ultimately still NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The following are facts:&lt;br /&gt;
1. being a boss takes 50% more out of you then not(assuming u actually work!)&lt;br /&gt;
2. being an older sister is incredible rewarding and demanding (especially if u're new at it)&lt;br /&gt;
3. being a girlfriend takes more than smiles and kisses&lt;br /&gt;
4. being a friend means making time to see them and talk to them&lt;br /&gt;
5. I have successfully managed to fail all the above through one means or another.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Somehow the domino effect escaped the realm which contained it and it is now spiraling my life out of control... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what i want... what i need is a solution, the age old secret that so few possess.. myself included.. when one feels broken, at wits end... at their "breaking point" do you just press on? ignore it? face it (which btw HOW?) or well dammit what? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am a smart young woman, capable of more than i'm sure i even know and yet when these times come to pass where i am at my utmost mental lowest of lows i find myself totally and utterly incapable of helping myself.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
can't help but REPEATEDLY ask myself, why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as for seeking outsider input.. forget it, no one is you and therefore no one sees, feels or comprehends how YOU feel. i am so sick of the "everything will be fine" speech or "just wait and see" speech&lt;br /&gt;
you know what i say to those?&lt;br /&gt;
KISS MY NONEXISTENT DICK!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Peanut - out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-5544581589248815327?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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All we think we know.. we never truly know...&lt;br /&gt;
What we seek to know... We eventually grow to understand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We forget sometimes that it does happen only once..&lt;br /&gt;
You cannot judge a past life to perfect the present one.. &lt;br /&gt;
Therefore you can only learn as you grow and grow from what you learn as it happens.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow is as much a mystery as the next century... So choose today to appreciate what you have now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It wasn't long ago a light flickered before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
It came to me at a time when the next step was unclear.. I was lost and it lit up my path, my life and most importantly my heart...&lt;br /&gt;
It was brighter than any star I've ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;
In fact it almost blinded me off the dance floor... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;
I had to follow this light... &lt;br /&gt;
I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;
I had to try and make it mine.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I figure life/fate whatever you want to call it doesn't always give you the second chance you count on &lt;br /&gt;
You only have once to get it right... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fight or Flight...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{I chose both in a manner of speaking}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By now you realize this light is a boy.&lt;br /&gt;
I had to have him. I would stop at nothing, and I haven't and I won't.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is the fight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not a quitter... My heart knew his heart before he even spoke a word. &lt;br /&gt;
Love within silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's always the most desirable who are damaged just enough to give up on the most important gift of life.&lt;br /&gt;
Like a bird with broken wings.. They need time to heal and confidence to try and fly again...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BUT..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When they heal... &lt;br /&gt;
...and believe me....&lt;br /&gt;
They do..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You wonder how anyone could have taken their light for granted... But can't help but be thankful they did...A diamond in rough so to speak.. Roughed up by the past to shine for the present. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This boy, My boy, My man to be... I've won the lottery of love... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is the flight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart soars with happiness... My head is in the clouds of day dreams of he and I...and tomorrow.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like I said tomorrow is as clear as the next century but as long as I have my light I know I'll never be lost again. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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The truth did not set me free.&lt;br /&gt;
Instead it put me into a box.&lt;br /&gt;
A small, tight and congested box.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In this box I cannot move.&lt;br /&gt;
I do not try.&lt;br /&gt;
My words put me in it&lt;br /&gt;
My mind nailed it shut with my words&lt;br /&gt;
and my regret won't let me out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I believe in sayin what you mean and meaning what you say.&lt;br /&gt;
But that should not always be the case.&lt;br /&gt;
And my little box, is my proof.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only life was like a blank tape in a VCR&lt;br /&gt;
You can press stop or pause anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;
Most importantly you can rewind and rerecord &lt;br /&gt;
If my life was a VCR... &lt;br /&gt;
I fast forward to gain the lessons &lt;br /&gt;
and then rewind and record over the mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My honesty has gotten the best of me..&lt;br /&gt;
Though its not me I am so worried about...&lt;br /&gt;
I know what i've done and maybe not why I've done it&lt;br /&gt;
But i accept the things I cannot change..&lt;br /&gt;
Or I did..&lt;br /&gt;
Until today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I truly don't know how to mend&lt;br /&gt;
the mess my words have gotten me into&lt;br /&gt;
I am not sure I will break free from this box&lt;br /&gt;
I want too, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How does a person release themselves from there past&lt;br /&gt;
Whether it be certain memories or people...&lt;br /&gt;
For every goodbye I've said... I've never let go of the past&lt;br /&gt;
It does not mean I want that past in my present &lt;br /&gt;
But I've always managed to hold a piece..&lt;br /&gt;
I am forever damaged and scarred &lt;br /&gt;
Like an antique I always view it to be character...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight I found it to be imperfection&lt;br /&gt;
and not the beautiful kind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am who I am...I've done what I've done&lt;br /&gt;
I face that fact everyday&lt;br /&gt;
The real question is..&lt;br /&gt;
Who else will?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who else wants damaged and scarred goods?&lt;br /&gt;
This writing should feel like freedom &lt;br /&gt;
It doesn't.. it's made the box smaller and tighter&lt;br /&gt;
As the walls close in..&lt;br /&gt;
I fear I may have lost my only potential hero.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Words have weight.&lt;br /&gt;
They are the nails holding down the lid to my box that they built&lt;br /&gt;
Will I ever be free?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No matter what tomorrow brings...&lt;br /&gt;
It's been said..&lt;br /&gt;
Whether it should or shouldn't have..&lt;br /&gt;
Is irrelevant, and thats unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Around my head spins and the box gets tighter.&lt;br /&gt;
I know its closing in..&lt;br /&gt;
I am terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-5925757744239274018?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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From every direction&lt;br /&gt;
Just Be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Old friends, new friends they all say the same thing&lt;br /&gt;
Howcome you cant just be?&lt;br /&gt;
I am no drama queen&lt;br /&gt;
I do not thrive on creating a scene&lt;br /&gt;
So why is it when I can't just be&lt;br /&gt;
I hit self destruct&lt;br /&gt;
Pathetic&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I try but do not succeed&lt;br /&gt;
How else am I supposed to act?&lt;br /&gt;
I am captain of the positivity team&lt;br /&gt;
But&lt;br /&gt;
That's irrelvant because I don't feel like its helping&lt;br /&gt;
Patience is a virtue and it is a virtue to have patience.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The SD button I so often push as of late...&lt;br /&gt;
Has gotta self destruct itself&lt;br /&gt;
It must be removed from my options menu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ahh to just be...&lt;br /&gt;
I know how it feels, I've been there&lt;br /&gt;
It's calming and serene&lt;br /&gt;
In order to just be... I truly believe one must be happy&lt;br /&gt;
Or they can't simple just be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes a girls mind works far to hard for far to little.&lt;br /&gt;
No pain, No gain - However, No BS either&lt;br /&gt;
or SD for that matter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will just be... I just need to find the time when I can allow myself to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-1505238374773829714?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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instead...its due to confusion&lt;br /&gt;
Choices choices choices &lt;br /&gt;
are we defined by the choices we make&lt;br /&gt;
that saying about one door closes another opens...&lt;br /&gt;
fact is... you gotta be the one to close it&lt;br /&gt;
There are no doors at half mass...&lt;br /&gt;
Thats like attempting to have the cake and eat it too&lt;br /&gt;
I do not fear my new path... the one with no way back... &lt;br /&gt;
Im scared to leave my original path...the one with the bread trail&lt;br /&gt;
Fear is a state of mind...&lt;br /&gt;
Fear is a state of mind...&lt;br /&gt;
I tell myself that but everytime i lose sight of a bread crumb&lt;br /&gt;
my stomach goes weak... my heart breaks a little...&lt;br /&gt;
I had my doubts.. and i trusted them always&lt;br /&gt;
regardless of the reassurance... &lt;br /&gt;
now into uncharted waters i abandon my life jacket&lt;br /&gt;
sounds funny because it sounds like safety net... but its not..&lt;br /&gt;
its safe, and trusted, known and familiar... &lt;br /&gt;
Change is good...&lt;br /&gt;
Change is good...&lt;br /&gt;
I love the butterflies and innocense of it all&lt;br /&gt;
I want the reality and familiarity to set it&lt;br /&gt;
I seek comfort in my decisions... &lt;br /&gt;
But i am not to be defined ... &lt;br /&gt;
I want my bucket lists, not the what ifs&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be the only girl, not the other girl&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be me with him and not you&lt;br /&gt;
but its hard to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;
Your the one I've always known...&lt;br /&gt;
Like you said it will never be like you and me&lt;br /&gt;
and you're rigght&lt;br /&gt;
It will be better &lt;br /&gt;
it won't be better because im angry or hurt&lt;br /&gt;
it will be better because its honest and has been since day one&lt;br /&gt;
it's been so long since we last had that connection &lt;br /&gt;
but at the thought of goodbye... no more i'll be there... &lt;br /&gt;
well its scary.&lt;br /&gt;
To close an 8 year story, chapter...saga if you will..&lt;br /&gt;
is scary...&lt;br /&gt;
Then again,&lt;br /&gt;
Like you said... stop hiding behind my fears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-7054215475197307948?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ignoring potential, losing motivation&lt;br /&gt;
A stand still, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Speak of growth, speak of change&lt;br /&gt;
Yet remain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Whats the hold up?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;
Is it you?&lt;br /&gt;
Is it fear?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some say we are our only worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;
I agree..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We build the walls and then forget how to break them&lt;br /&gt;
We pysch ourselves out and lose our way back to reality&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do I fear?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It has been said to me.. &lt;br /&gt;
Each moment your alive is a moment you lose forever&lt;br /&gt;
Did you waste it?&lt;br /&gt;
Most times... I fear the truth of that answer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sought out to be as good of a person as I am able&lt;br /&gt;
I sifted through my lies of the past &lt;br /&gt;
Brought truth with me to my present&lt;br /&gt;
I have changed and altered all of which I once felt shameful for&lt;br /&gt;
I'll never lie to protect who I was&lt;br /&gt;
I have faced the demons I deserved to face &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So howcome I still feel so unaccomplished?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being a dreamer is fun and easy&lt;br /&gt;
Constantly my head soars amoung the clouds&lt;br /&gt;
But how much fun is it... really... when you can't make the dreams come &lt;br /&gt;
true?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I'll know forever &lt;br /&gt;
If I don't start trying today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-6462366664395729210?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
Normally the champion stays&lt;br /&gt;
Circumstances differed on levels above my understanding&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes overcoming the challenge&lt;br /&gt;
is accepting defeat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
no matter how hard i tried..&lt;br /&gt;
the person i love in myself&lt;br /&gt;
was gone..&lt;br /&gt;
your energy.... drained my energy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
frustration and discontent developed&lt;br /&gt;
irritation and anger surfaced &lt;br /&gt;
slowly but surely&lt;br /&gt;
hatred formed&lt;br /&gt;
logic, unknown..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but facts are facts..&lt;br /&gt;
job was fun&lt;br /&gt;
locals were fun&lt;br /&gt;
coast guards were easy on the eyes - lol - and fun&lt;br /&gt;
but youuu... every second i had i ran&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This being my side means your entitled to yours&lt;br /&gt;
this being my blog means it'll probably never be heard&lt;br /&gt;
I should of went alone, you should of stayed home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We can't win em all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lesson learned on both accounts&lt;br /&gt;
a friendship lost, by choice&lt;br /&gt;
im sorry you thought you seen someone in me&lt;br /&gt;
because that person you glimpsed &lt;br /&gt;
was&lt;br /&gt;
never near you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i never meant to hurt your feelings..&lt;br /&gt;
although i feel as if you meant to invade my world&lt;br /&gt;
i hold no grudges - now that i am gone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes different paths isn't always a choice&lt;br /&gt;
in my case it was&lt;br /&gt;
in your case i made it for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Que sera sera - whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Good luck in life.&lt;br /&gt;
For abandonment - my sincerest apologies&lt;br /&gt;
For my ignorance - i stand behind my actions/words.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
again i say good luck in life.&lt;br /&gt;
it is time to go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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love is a game... not with whom you like.. but with yourself&lt;br /&gt;
battling emotions&lt;br /&gt;
attempting to conquer constant analysis&lt;br /&gt;
questioning certainties &lt;br /&gt;
censoring words... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fuck complicated love&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
let it be &lt;br /&gt;
wise words once shared &lt;br /&gt;
from Paul to Mimi to Me&lt;br /&gt;
LET IT BE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The deserving are loved... maybe not by whom they desire&lt;br /&gt;
no one lives unloved unless they will it as such&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stated before to be repeated again&lt;br /&gt;
Everyday is the beginning of my life&lt;br /&gt;
A new chapter, a new book :) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sunshine, grey abyss matters not&lt;br /&gt;
love is a game... &lt;br /&gt;
the losers try to love others&lt;br /&gt;
the winners know to love themselves first&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Priorities are priorities - having them straight is based on perception&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I do more circles than straight lines...&lt;br /&gt;
its okay - its all a process&lt;br /&gt;
backtrack and take a lesson twice&lt;br /&gt;
better than forgetting it once&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Teenager, young adult, woman&lt;br /&gt;
one step, two step and back again to one...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Manatee island (haha)&lt;br /&gt;
Manitoulin Island... the land of adventure&lt;br /&gt;
in the trees or in my head... clarity is not my only goal&lt;br /&gt;
understanding, respect, self love&lt;br /&gt;
Im worth it - i always have been&lt;br /&gt;
just unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Renewal - release the old&lt;br /&gt;
this is something i will not do there&lt;br /&gt;
i will bring the old to make the new even better&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know not what tomorrow will bring&lt;br /&gt;
I know not what the next 2 weeks will bring&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
what i do know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i will maximize profits - mental/financial&lt;br /&gt;
i will enjoy this opportunity&lt;br /&gt;
and &lt;br /&gt;
i will not allow anything or anyone come in between that&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mind over matter.... or just allow matter without mind...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will make the most of this...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Journey out into unknown waters&lt;br /&gt;
bring a life jacket &lt;br /&gt;
be close enough to shore&lt;br /&gt;
but far enough away &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Head North said the bird&lt;br /&gt;
find your adventure&lt;br /&gt;
head North&lt;br /&gt;
if you get lost find the moon &lt;br /&gt;
the stars&lt;br /&gt;
the sun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The whole world is our playground&lt;br /&gt;
i am playing a game of love and adventure&lt;br /&gt;
i am playing it with myself&lt;br /&gt;
and&lt;br /&gt;
I AM WINNING.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So i head North :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Face life - no u-turns, no side streets, no short cuts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's time to realize the teenage years........ have gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My parents are aging rapidly... as i am watching - fear develops&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Weakened by illness... hurt by things around them...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our Heroes no longer invincible to life's dangers - harsh reality&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
People we loved, a person i loved has left the free world.. not the world tho.. &lt;br /&gt;
For that I am grateful...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say we all have equal chances... but not our victims of circumstance...&lt;br /&gt;
they have to work twice as hard to prevail... &lt;br /&gt;
sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
for them..it's simply not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I dedicate my love to my family... they are the most deserving...&lt;br /&gt;
I give up on romance &amp; love... it's not meant for me... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No&lt;br /&gt;
matter &lt;br /&gt;
how &lt;br /&gt;
worthy &lt;br /&gt;
I &lt;br /&gt;
think &lt;br /&gt;
I &lt;br /&gt;
am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cultivating the wasted love energy into motivation for success.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Long love lost hurt my feelings... for which i am grateful&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A kick start is what one needs... i work best under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is half full... and seems as though it will remain this way forever...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am 23... life's still young.. but the meantime is the worst time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I challenge myself today... to be the best person i can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;
I challenge myself today... to overcome all obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;
I challenge myself today... to face life and everything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-8162992403197004311?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Perfectly impossible&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
doubt in oneself&lt;br /&gt;
oneself in doubt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
twist the logic how you want too... they're just words&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
irony finds you &lt;br /&gt;
you find irony&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Road blocks can't stop this movement&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
find your groove&lt;br /&gt;
grab your girls&lt;br /&gt;
make your dance floor&lt;br /&gt;
leave your shades on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
upfront/secretive ... it all comes out in the &lt;br /&gt;
end&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
live it how you will; be prepared to face it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you can always do it again&lt;br /&gt;
you get more than one shot...&lt;br /&gt;
only,&lt;br /&gt;
one life though&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
let the sounds lead you to your version of utopia&lt;br /&gt;
while i stew to create mine..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sound moves you&lt;br /&gt;
you move sound&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i will leave my mark... &lt;br /&gt;
on your:&lt;br /&gt;
eyes, ears, finger tips&lt;br /&gt;
body, heart, soul&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
my beat is slow and honest&lt;br /&gt;
its sounds move through you&lt;br /&gt;
the baseline pumps &lt;br /&gt;
like a heart&lt;br /&gt;
to keep the flow&lt;br /&gt;
i count the beats&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
focus is key&lt;br /&gt;
determination is key&lt;br /&gt;
support is key&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"shoot for the moon...&lt;br /&gt;
you might still land amoung the stars" :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so i leave my slate blank...sometimes the book needs to write itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-4716664820899590565?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Trial n' error...    troubleshooting...   fear of flying...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rushed    feels nerve racking&lt;br /&gt;
New       feels unexpected&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet not..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tap* tap* tap* &lt;br /&gt;
:D&lt;br /&gt;
the night begins..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Drinks, music and laughter&lt;br /&gt;
It's show time..&lt;br /&gt;
The stage is set &lt;br /&gt;
No need for understudies.&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone is present and ready..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart &lt;3 soars when I distinguish the people who matter most
When I think of the old and consider the new
I want to capture every moment and never let go
Friendship is something so few truly really appreciate...................
...............This year I learn the value of both:

Myself and my friends.

All things in my life...
are of substance.. and what isn't
is to become.

The people in my life..
are of substance... and as i grow
they filter.

So lucky and so unprepared...
As the saying goes...

"Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind"

Work towards self potential...


The beginning 
of my 
life 
is 
every day.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-172113075998284077?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Recently It occurred to me &lt;br /&gt;
I'm living the life of a PC...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sure, it sounds random&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PC's operate out of one system&lt;br /&gt;
They require upgrades..aka to learn (ahhh ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;
Upload/download/reload...format..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ok... MAC...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mac separates its operating system &lt;br /&gt;
Like a condom it protects its valuables :P&lt;br /&gt;
If something tries to damage the system&lt;br /&gt;
Tries to transfer say even an infection&lt;br /&gt;
There's always a simple cure..&lt;br /&gt;
A conflict with a Mac.. never lasts. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To live the life of a MAC&lt;br /&gt;
Is the life I seek to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-7929649504035491961?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Is it possible to live a life and not want? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We have to give for the sake of giving...&lt;br /&gt;
To expect nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I forget that, and wish I hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When "want" consumes..&lt;br /&gt;
Judgement gets clouded.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Triumph; overcoming this challenge from life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am on a quest to&lt;br /&gt;
acknowldge my capabilities within myself&lt;br /&gt;
realize my potential&lt;br /&gt;
learn to control the mental and emotional states...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some have already begun...&lt;br /&gt;
Some are waiting in Europe...&lt;br /&gt;
And some are seemingly impossible.. but we'll see :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-4389266135491351279?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are no guarantees&lt;br /&gt;
Luck is complete fiction...a nickname for karma&lt;br /&gt;
There is only time and chance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Family and friends... love..&lt;br /&gt;
Life is too short... time is not endless..&lt;br /&gt;
one day...we will pass on..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's the meantime we gotta make the most of..&lt;br /&gt;
Not a day goes by that a simple choice can't change your life&lt;br /&gt;
Realization and understanding for what is of true value&lt;br /&gt;
All of our conquests&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It may have been a year ago... the date is irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;
I remember it so clearly...&lt;br /&gt;
A Beaver night like any other... girl party show down...&lt;br /&gt;
It all happened so swiftly... as if foreshadowing the need to wait&lt;br /&gt;
Divine Intervention couldn't even explain &lt;br /&gt;
two small moments..was all it took to change..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Arriving to drop off destination..&lt;br /&gt;
A light is needed...&lt;br /&gt;
Nine second delay... &lt;br /&gt;
exit as usual.. continue to next destination&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Approach intersection.. realizing I'm speeding&lt;br /&gt;
{SINCE WHEN DO I STOP N THINK OF COPS??}&lt;br /&gt;
From 80 to 65&lt;br /&gt;
Quickly approaching my good to go green light...&lt;br /&gt;
As the road's white line reaches my plate&lt;br /&gt;
I look up just in time to see, &lt;br /&gt;
A red bullet that just JUST missed me..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look to my right as he continued to fly...&lt;br /&gt;
Wait, Hold on...REWIND...&lt;br /&gt;
DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart stopped... My chest tightened.&lt;br /&gt;
I had to stop moving.. if only for a moment..&lt;br /&gt;
Thought..wept...thought some more..&lt;br /&gt;
Needed to recollect...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I Made a call.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My dear friend, I thank you. Unknowingly you just saved my life..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To describe the sudden awareness...the closeness and potential of our two cars colliding...the fact that it would have been my side at 200 an hour...through his red light...through my good to go green.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fate, guardian angel, divine intervention... higher purpose...whichever for whatever..&lt;br /&gt;
Like a force field, I was protected.. Spared even..&lt;br /&gt;
I am forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Inspired and aware &lt;br /&gt;
life shouldn't be taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it feels wrong.. there's a reason&lt;br /&gt;
If it feels right.. there's a reason&lt;br /&gt;
Understand things happen for with purpose...&lt;br /&gt;
Embrace your choices...we all have them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Action leads to consequence &lt;br /&gt;
Consequence leads to comprehension&lt;br /&gt;
Comprehension leads to appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The 23rd year of my life has brought great change...&lt;br /&gt;
I do believe that this event played a role.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Face the inevitable..one day we will all pass..&lt;br /&gt;
so let's try to enjoy it while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;
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One door shuts another opens... &lt;br /&gt;
Tit for tat and excetera.&lt;br /&gt;
Imagination, surpressed wishes of reality.&lt;br /&gt;
There are no refunds, please come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-8699909107670540561?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Breathe through my soul&lt;br /&gt;
Day in, day out&lt;br /&gt;
I count on you to catch me&lt;br /&gt;
lovers quarrel... &lt;br /&gt;
the trying..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It almost got serious, it almost ended.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To say I lost you, would mean I had you&lt;br /&gt;
We know that's not true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss the friend I had&lt;br /&gt;
Who understood me&lt;br /&gt;
Strong enough to deal&lt;br /&gt;
With words I needed&lt;br /&gt;
talking, yelling...silence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Random....daily&lt;br /&gt;
Coffee....hourly&lt;br /&gt;
Cigarettes...constantly&lt;br /&gt;
Conversations....endless...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't take back, rewrite or change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You will always be a part of me...&lt;br /&gt;
Your guidance has helped find a true me...&lt;br /&gt;
I'll miss &lt;br /&gt;
your wisdom&lt;br /&gt;
the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;
your voice when you're excited, angry or bragging&lt;br /&gt;
you always remain calm in my chaos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were my hero once, twice...forever.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you didn't know I could save myself.&lt;br /&gt;
Strength is a weakness in itself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss my buddy, not the lover.&lt;br /&gt;
We'll never go back...&lt;br /&gt;
We will look forward...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When the time came we'd just know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two down, one to go....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We're both guilty... of forgetting what we had...&lt;br /&gt;
No fingers to point...only new futures to face&lt;br /&gt;
and new faces to see...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One love to our memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-2824828692111692622?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Appreciate my youth and enjoy it while it lasts&lt;br /&gt;
Know when to say yes and when to say no&lt;br /&gt;
Understand the true meaning of love and respect&lt;br /&gt;
Be trustworthy and genuine&lt;br /&gt;
Spend more time with the people I care about&lt;br /&gt;
Help those who truly need it&lt;br /&gt;
Count on my friends when I'll need them most&lt;br /&gt;
Make someone smile at least once a day&lt;br /&gt;
Share laughter with those around me&lt;br /&gt;
Remember every defining moment&lt;br /&gt;
Use my intuition to guide me through life&lt;br /&gt;
Learn all I can&lt;br /&gt;
Teach all I can&lt;br /&gt;
Be all I can, in the army... hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
{minus the army.. ;) }&lt;br /&gt;
PZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-7934465738971696442?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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the mission - personal growth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;destination&lt;/span&gt; - anywhere&lt;br /&gt;
accomplices - none...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
there's a shift.... someone else shares your goal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;destination&lt;/span&gt; changes, accomplice changes...&lt;br /&gt;
bound to be a wild ride&lt;br /&gt;
months pass, no plans... ideas still strong.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
how to start, where to start&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finance&lt;/span&gt; - a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hindrance&lt;/span&gt; beyond any other..&lt;br /&gt;
procrastination sets in..&lt;br /&gt;
mission gets cloudy...seeming unattainable&lt;br /&gt;
conflict after conflict... we stand scratching our heads&lt;br /&gt;
can this still be done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-2318036570162052931?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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you both see it, you both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feeeel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;
you retract slightly.&lt;br /&gt;
things change, moments arrive... face to face you stand&lt;br /&gt;
it's a spark, a click...it's the same.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; worlds, with slight collision&lt;br /&gt;
not enough time to know...&lt;br /&gt;
frustrated, unprepared, a skipped beat... it's all forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
small yet mighty, feeling is all you have..&lt;br /&gt;
something inside you jumps&lt;br /&gt;
across the world... distance will intervene..&lt;br /&gt;
but what if?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; did kill the cat, when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just kept his mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;
{if life made sense, so would that sentence}&lt;br /&gt;
predicting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;regretting&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.. means, forgetting right now.&lt;br /&gt;
life... fair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-7317005884703390176?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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i go to do the "homework" and collected they stood on my porch&lt;br /&gt;
unexpected, yet completely planned.&lt;br /&gt;
Ease, tension, relief/stress and an overwhelming sense of something new&lt;br /&gt;
beyond expectations&lt;br /&gt;
Slowly, spending time here n there..&lt;br /&gt;
What pictures to show..&lt;br /&gt;
What to say, how to say it&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually it fades and something clicks; its fun! &lt;br /&gt;
I wanna do this - be the older sister.&lt;br /&gt;
I will do this... Priority number one ;)&lt;br /&gt;
{unintentional rhyme but deal}&lt;br /&gt;
How we'll come together may not be easy to predict&lt;br /&gt;
but,it may just do it for.... itself.&lt;br /&gt;
Never been reliable, that's about to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-5912757374889206511?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Couldn't sleep last night... no matter how many sheep flew by&lt;br /&gt;
Today's the day I face my past... The past I thought I'd never see&lt;br /&gt;
Excited, yes.&lt;br /&gt;
Nervous, yes.&lt;br /&gt;
Will it run smoothly... I wish I knew.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's a stange feeling.. Being the only you since forever...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never realizing you do, say and act because of someone else's genetics coursing through your veins.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What does it mean to be a big sister?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess today's the day - I find that out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shield is off, heart is full...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-6914125708410049779?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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months turn into years and before you know it - your 20 something asking yourself where yesterday went.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As each moment passes I cling to grab onto everything around me. It's my downfall - rushing the moments worth cherishing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greediness is so easy to feel and so hard to diminish from our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are all given equal opportunity, yet can always find someone doing better than us... Its all about perception... maybe they have more money but have less heart, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perfect is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have been waiting a long time for the things I want most. Constantly finding myself trying to make pieces that don't fit - fit the spaces I've made for the things I want... and it never works out... only breaks the picture I had once seen... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Trick - stop rushing it... Problem - breaking the habit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have learned patience is one of the hardest traits a person can develop (no one is born patient) - you may sit there thinking you're patient but I can promise you, it truly boils down to circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Selfish... why does everyone say we're all out for number one and if that is the case... isn't selfish okay? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friends come in all shapes, sizes and walks of life.... they all have their purpose... each interaction with another human will always teach you something... yet so few of us embrace the opportunity.... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's scary how close you can feel to a person in one hour of conversation... yet, it only takes seconds to wipe out that same sense of closeness. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it our intuition that guides our journey or is it our experiences that build our intuition?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Simply question - impossible answer.No matter how many times these questions and realities present themselves.. they never get easier to answer or deal with.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mental. physical. emotional. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life's love... we all want it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200968497470058700-1017978320136098880?l=peanutrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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