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Birthday: 4/11/1989
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| my future is slowly unraveling. i am excited.
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| we''ll see in 3 weeks.......
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When we're so caught up on tryiung to solve a problem, we tend to digress away from the main point.
Say you wanted cup of water because you're thirsty. And you get to pick which cup to use. A table is lined up with different types of cups. From the plain old plastic/paper cup to the exquisite glass cups.
Obviously, some of us would be dazzled with the fancy smancy cups and go for the better one. It is normal that we want the best for ourselves but then we end up losing perspective of what we're really trying to fix. And it becomes the source of our problems. Our initial aim was water not the cup, yet unconsciously, driven and controlled by our desires, we aim for the better cups.
As to life, the water is the primary need,--- the money, the social economic position are the cups. They are the essentials that maintain life but the quality of life does not change. If we spend our time just concentrating on getting the better looking cup, we won't have time to enjoy what's inside of it, what we really want.
Does that make sense?
If you have flaws --- fix it. But make sure you know what you're fixing.
hahaha...i spent 2 minutes writing about cups........
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| Here and there we find ourselves conflicted with emotions and we would thrive on negative criticism rather than the positive ones. We would pass on our own opinions as negative remarks or judgements. We strive for the better choice only to see that it is still fraustation in the end.. Amongst ourselves are those who are actually self proclamimed artists, who's work swept others away through the strokes of their brushes and colors. But in this cruel realistic life , to pursue the ultimate happiness, we must understnad that even the intricacy of the smallest things in life could be more meaningful than how we deliberate it to be. Yet we fail to udnerstnad the passive meaning behind it and take it for granted. How we feel about the satisifcation, the love, the joy, and the apprecation is all based on the simplicity of our gifts. If we let ourselves go and free from those hexed emotions, those draggering judgements, and the signets of haste, would we then feel .......happier?
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| Growing up we are familiar with fairy tales such as Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Rapunzel, etc etc. All these fairy tales ends with prince charming coming and somehow "rescuing" the princess from her distress and then they live happily ever after. And as a child, we enjoy stories like these. It gives us hope for the future...As we grow up, we start to question this type of 'happiness' and whether or not its real.
Reality isn't as easy as those make-believe-stories.
What happens if some other girls foot fit well into the glass slipper and ended up marrying the prince instead of Cinderella? (lets be real, there are many people with the same size feet) or what if Cinderella had a swollen foot that day causing her to lose her chance with prince charming...
What if Rapunzel's hair was fake? the prince would climbed half way up the castle and boom! her wig fell off. down comes the prince....fell from a high castle and died...
What if Prince Charming kissed Sleeping Beauty and she didn't wake up? Would he have just left and roll out to the next fairyland to look for another princess?
And how can a kiss be so powerful enough to turn a frog into a prince and awaken Sleeping Beauty and Snow White? If a kiss can be THAT powerful, I might as well just do research on how to become a good kisser and aim for the next hott looking suitable male and make him my charming prince...(Sadly our lives aren't like that. )
Okay, so what if Prince Charming did get lost on his way to Snow White and never made it there, would she continue to suspend her life or eventually she would've waken up from her coma, spit out the poison apple, climbed out of her glass box, and get on with her life?
Little girls dream of growing up and meeting her prince; riding a white horse and sweeping them off their feet. But soon enough, we grew up, open our eyes and all fairy tale beliefs just disappear. But of course, we all keep that piece of make-believe fairy tale in the back of our mind.
are we just waiting to be rescued? ....
Lets face it, I'm no princess, and you're no prince.
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