I have the attention span of a toddler and a memory span of a 90 year-old all conveniently (dis)arranged in a 17-year-old wreck of a soul. I am not a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process, an integral function of the universe. I’m simply a human fill-in-the-blank.
This will serve as my outlet and where I shall vent. This is also a place for my ramblings and my interests. I will post whatever tickles my fancy, catches my eye and flips my ship. My blog is never consistent; but expect rants, thoughts and pictures. Pictures aren't mine unless stated.
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Don’t bite off more than you can chew.
It’s kind of nonsensical to do something out of your reach, especially when you’re torn and unsure if you can or can’t. Sometimes when I just know I can’t do something, I still do it. I don’t know why, but I keep going. I don’t want to turn away because I know someday I’ll regret doing so. I don’t want to forget because I don’t want to lose any chances. I don’t want to throw all the time and effort I’ve put away in to get this far.
I don’t want to be left standing, thinking whether or not I could’ve done it. There’s always a chance, no matter how small, and I don’t want to shut any doors. I’d much rather know I’d done wrong than to not know at all. I’m afraid of being disappointed. Disappointed that what my perception of what my life will be like in the future may be wrong.
