I need to release
Like I used to
Words on a page
Like I’m used to
So caught up in life
And ways of living
Lost in confusion
a slave to this illusion
Perspiring cause I’m not who I used to be
All these new experiences, shaping me
Struggling to find content with who I am
Lies to myself and fun go hand in hand
This is not my foundation
These paper bricks only stand because of the cement base
All this is such a waste
A mocking form of release
A lie to myself that this is what it’s about
Bandwagon and soon I’ll fall out
I need to get back to what I know I know
Success on the horizon
Soon to attain my goals
No need to fall right before I soar
In the end I know where I want to be
The steps to get there need to be taken now
No need to get lost to be found
No need to fall to rise up
Let me be a better me
I don’t need a history
I don’t need a sob story or distress
I can become what I want to be
It can be done unrecklessly
Let me be who I know that I am
Let me release.
Unknown (via boomsilencio)
As a recently turned 20 year old who lives on their own, this happens. People sometimes ask how old I am, or when a particular event happened in my life, and when I say an age, I immediately curse in my head and say, “crap, I’m 20 now. Seventeen feels like last week, eighteen was yesterday, and this morning I was nineteen. When did I get this far?”
But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.
It’s not a dead end if it takes you somewhere you need to go.
Neither seek nor avoid, take what comes.
Do not erase the designs the child makes in the soft wax of his inner life.
Life isn’t what you make of it. Life is life, what you do about it, is what you make of it.
"The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore."