I’ve learned to roll with the punches in my life. Self inflicted really. I can take a lot more than I should really ever admit but I realized I have a breaking point for any given aspect in my life. Now’s the time or change as its been planned for me over the last many months. The decisions I make have to be for me and me alone for now. The considerations I’ve made in my life to please the person yet unknown to me has taken their toll on my temperament. Ever since I can remember I’ve tried to make sure that other people were comfortable. I don’t think I’ve ever been over-hospitable but I’ve always had at least an internal concern that people in my company are o.k.

In analyzing things to death lately, I’ve realized that trying to figure out what the hell is going on, is no way to live your life. Whether its feedback from within or from somewhere else, it is a complete waste of time. What is love? Who cares. Just do it and feel it regardless of a perverse desire to figure it all out. Why are we here? Who’s cares. What should I do with my life? Who really cares? A long as we have character, integrity and a little compassion, whatever we decide to do is irrelevant in the end.


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