ya know.... some people are just born incredibly lucky! In other words... smart, funny, witty... It never bothered me before... I have no idea why it does now.
It seems as though I have the world in the palm of my
hand...
say's the girl who's afraid of posting up her pictures.
Love the angst.... Freaking loveee the angst-like nature of my soul... I think, that when we die, our souls become spirits. The same spirits who intentionally avoid 'the light'. The same spirits who have their own unfinished businesses which they must personally find a closure to. We have this constant (and irrefutable) need to get something done... accomplish something right.
What is your true calling? If you're not a student... then you're a teacher. Simple as that. Then again... nothing can be simple if we - mortal beings, cannot resist complicating everything we know of or take interest in. You can be both brilliant and useless... at the same time. What you do might mean everything to you, but to someone else... it means absolutely nothing. (Nothing! NADA! Zilch!)
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