10) Get on track.

I am impatient to figure everything out. To know where I am going, and not have to rely on others to find out the answer to things. No more asking others for instructions on how to play the game of life; I will find out how the game works, and build my own world off of that.

So: discover my limits. What I do and do not like, outside of my comfort zone. Time to stretch them legs, and see what is hiding just beyond the corner. Because, yes, I enjoy reading. And yes, writing is okay. But realistically speaking, will I ever make an actual career out of that? Probably not.
You know, Lopes asked me what I wanted to do later on in life. And I didn’t have an answer. Only: “Well I’ve crossed out becoming a teacher.” Vivien asked me what I really enjoyed doing, and I didn’t have an answer to that either. The ignorance is saddening.

So this summer: no big leaps. Just small steps in any which direction. If a fire dragon blocks the path, I will try another way. And when third semester comes around, I will see a guidance councilor asap and we can discuss what I will do until I am seventyfive years old.

Good? Good. Great. :/

Parce que je suis tannée de vivre
pour quelqu’un d’autre,
qui ne le réalisera jamais,
et l’apprécira encore moins.
C’est ma vie:
c’est temps que je m’en rend compte.

Love

Writer’s Block
Our friends don’t always know us as well as they think, particularly when it comes to likes and dislikes. What would your friends be surprised to hear about you?

I don’t believe in true love. I don’t even know if I know what ‘love’ is. Every person’s definition of the word is either

a) a reflection of what they wish for in a relationship – which we all know is tainted from the beginning, because we often wish for the impossible, or the improbably

b) a reflection of what the person defines as their relationship, as if they are trying to justify that what they have with their current boyfriend or girlfriend is ‘true love’.

In reality, who knows what it is? Does it mean anything more than ‘care’? Are we giving too much importance to one word? Or are we throwing it around too much, lessening its significance?

Maybe all it is, is a chemical imbalance.