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Journal Entry #5 and 6

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No. 5

as I sit here and think, “why have these scenarios happened to me?”

Though, those questions seem to go unanswered, I still handle it with a positive manner.

confused in how handling this moment is right; should I keep entertaining or cut it down with a knife?

I’m so confident in most situations; then, for some reason I begin to run wild with my imagination…

No. 6

Appearing to belong, when my placement is wrong; Boy! Am I tired of this song!

opening up, releasing my fears, moving through the wind, allowing its strength to wipe away my tears – once again, another chapter is near…

balance is what I’m ultimately after, truly when people ask, its hard to explain the matter.

I am confident that things will soon get better.

precociousness*

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The real examination in life, is living life before the expiration. Knowing that it is more than existing; using that very reason as inspiration. Looking for anything to be your muse; knowing when it’s just enough, and knowing when it’s being abused. Being a radiance of love, because anger shortens life-expectancy. Comprehending that a tart attitude in your days can take more energy. Settling is also a don’t; how would you know what you like if you reply is, ‘I won’t’?

Gathering information for a thorough investigation; because life is really hard, and death is an easy emancipation. It tickles me that the opposite is thought of; the way people complain you’d think dying was – to most – a spark plug. Meaning of excitement – I could never fathom not taking full advantage of living first until my purpose is fulfilled; I think of it now and it’s amazing. Really though, the true examination of life is honestly what you make it; given all you can before life is taken…. 

weird*

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often I reflect on a dream that is comparable to a premonition; there’re winks of an instance where I can see an ocean; I experience a reminiscent of the emotion I felt at the time, and although it feels innocuous, I fear there’re answers in it I must find..

it’s peculiar, I’m a bit eager to discern the gist of it, praying it isn’t a message I have repeatedly missed…

locomote*

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emancipating my worries has taught me how to release and not bury – for healing, you should never feel you have to be in a hurry…

time can be free if you use it wisely – I’ve made that mistake, but I also take responsibility, without any pride in me…

the world and I have a peculiar kinship with explicit boundaries [determining its ambience, even that varies] – I like to think that I transition similar to binaries…

my creativity doesn’t make sense until it’s employed to a circumstance that can seem [to me] immense; analyzing mistakes made by self infliction, can make the finish line appear farther down the road…

basically all I’m saying is I cannot complain if I am a willing to devote.