I'm convinced that if I continue to go at the pace that I'm going that when I die I would have lived enough for two lifetimes. My mother told me I need to slow down but all I can think about is "giving it gas, and no brakes". I probably am trying to overcompensate for something that is lacking in my life. If I felt like paying someone or actually talking about it maybe I could find out what it is. But truth be told, I rather not.
I figure if I can continue to do the things that bring me happiness then that's all that matters, right??? It's worked for me thus far so I think I'll still keep on doing what I'm doing. Me doing what I'm doing sometimes means that I'll be doing it by myself, but when I think back on the peaks of my life a lot of those things were done by myself, so I feel right at home being solo dolo.
Besides, what it considered to be doing too much? Sometimes a person may feel as though they aren't doing enough. It's all so subjective. In 2 Ways by Lupe Fiasco he summed it up for me:
All you see is all my flights
Well all I see is all my falls
All you see is all my rights
All I see is all my wrongs
I think I have officially gone off on a tangent that only I will understand...I apologize. It's just a part of all the random thoughts that continuously fill my mind. Since I've decided to actually focus on class while in class tonight, I guess I'll have to end now. See you next Monday.
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