People who live in glass houses should out walk around naked. What’s the fun in baring all when everyone’s watching? Do you not care about the consequences of your actions? What about mystery; do you not want people to have to guess what’s underneath it all?
At this point in my life, you are nonexistent. I can’t say that I don’t think about you, because that would be a lie. I can’t say that I haven’t thought about you for years, either, because that would also be a lie. I’ve thought about you before it was even physically possible to have you.
Most of us grow up with someone look up to: someone we admire for all the things they do for us, or the things they’ve done for others, or for accomplishing things that we want for ourselves. I just happen to be so lucky to have that someone be a person that has not only been in and around my life forever, but also help raise me.
Every once in a while, we meet people who we just click with. Sometimes, it happens within the very first conversation you have with them; other times, it happens later on. But either way, something about them peaks your interest, and makes you want to be their friend.
Truthfully, I have plenty of fears; that’s why I don’t do much of anything. I fear failure and loss and impairment. And a lot of the time, that’s the number one thing that I hate about myself. I let the part of me that lives in fear take care of the part that craves recklessness and adventure. The stick-in-the-mud would rather I exist in a safe, comfortable state, than actually, really live, and deal with the lows that are sure to follow.
Hey guys! Okay, so I know that I have basically went MIA, and I apologize for that. I am increasingly growing behind on my 365-day personal writing challenge; I will be resuming that either tonight or tomorrow, depending on how this goes, and my state of being. I am really tired. (I know that’s a bad excuse, but oh well.)