It's not easy to be able to justify, within myself, the seperation between my dreams (goals not the one about the space crab eating Hariet Tubman's head) and the things that I can control. A vezes pienso que yo soy jugete, un marioneta de my dreams and also de my day to day world. When I let dreams be the way I see the world, I get let down when each day isn't what I expected from my dreams. On la otra mano, I find myself getting too into my day to day life and let my goals slip out of my sights. In a world of a short man traped in a mind of too many metacuartos, I myself thinking that while I have lived "the good life" where I was in a school everyday and I was in Peru, I was in the branches of a great tree, but it wasn't my trip, I shared it with many others. In the past two months I considered myself to be an acorn (remember, that's the long A sound, the one where A says it's name) drifting from the branches until the forest flower....where in the future my tree will grow. It's not easy being an acorn, I am falling, but while I fall I can understand that I can neither go back up to the branches, but I watch them as I fall, uncontrollably, towards the forest floor. I am starting to deal with this transitional phase, really I need more distractions...that help my goals. I need to make my reality to work for my goals...but that ain't no easy thang to do. I'll find a way, but until then, deja me pensar
Random factoid: Shakira wears Silly Bandz!
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