The Wreck of Life
I haven’t written in my blog in over a year… it’s been over fourteen months. This is pretty startling considering I used to write every other day, if not every day, in my blog. It was sort of a public diary. Any of my friends, classmates, (potential employers?!,) and anyone who knew my name could learn all about my life. There was plenty of bad stuff to go around but also a lot of experience with it. I think I’ve learned quite a bit in the past few years, but I haven’t necessarily implemented it. I’m hoping that over the coming months, these blog posts will shift from purely personal to somewhat informative and inspirational. All too often in my past, I wrote about how people had brought me down, how situations had screwed me over, and how it always seemed like my life was directly connected to a pipe of endless tragedy and despair.
Though I am somewhat confident (and disappointed in the fact that) I will never truly be completely satisfied, I think that I’ve been assuming that being satisfied and happy go hand in hand. I think satisfaction simply deals with circumstances and happiness looks at what you have and what you could have. Sometimes, it’s good to say screw off to reality once in a while, especially if it means having at least a slightly more positive outlook on life.
I’m always ready to write off my future whenever a small obstacle gets in my way. This isn’t how my life should be.
It won’t be.
I won’t accept this.
We’ll see where this goes.