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Few people manage to tell with such passion that you find out what and how they're thinking at a certain point in time. I have yet to decide if this will be a shallow page, or a very deep one. Here we go... Have you ever thought about life? I do, every day. And I thought I had it figured out when I was 18. My calling then was to give other people what they wanted no matter the cost to me, let it be of the emotional kind, or that of money. As I grew older I realized that would never be the case. I don't have enough money and very few close friends to give that help to. None of the people I hold dear knows about that desire, and it has diminished. I still want to help if I can, but only if asked. Back then I'd get on their case until they confessed they needed to talk to someone. I have done a lot of stupid things in my life. I often have a way of saying things that don't come out right when you meet me in person. I never knew how much effect the first couple of years of a persons life has on the decision he or she makes later in life. They only explained physical development in school. I have yet to figure out how creativity comes to. They say your born with it, but I don't know. If your parents allow you to be indepent as an infant, you'll grow up to be a leader and/or a hard worker. Creativity is often required in both of those fields. My point of all this is creativity. Creativity is sometimes needed when it comes to putting ones thoughts and feelings on a piece of paper, or in this case, a box of plastic with glass in it. I'm 20 years old and I don't know what to do with my life yet. I have no goal in sight. Sad isn't it?  Me |
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