When I sit and think about all the time I’ve spent being sad between 2010-2011, I wonder why I wasted my time. I liked being sad for whatever reason, but there’s really no explanation for me to be. We all have issues that go unnoticed, are hidden, or are just insignificant. There are things about my family I wouldn’t tell people, anxiety and grudges I hold inside, and just a lot of things that aren’t said in general. But when I think about all that and then realize how fortunate I am to be writing this, to be educated, to have loved ones, to always have a full stomach, to drive, to do what I want, have fun, just LIVE LIFE, it doesn’t matter. I thought because I liked being alone, I didn’t have to come into contact with people but I’m missing out on a lot. I don’t mean I’m missing out on parties and smoking sessions, because that’s not what I want to do. I’m missing out on bettering myself and spending time with good people. It’s all about effort really. I’ve been lazy and unmotivated but, now I feel like I can do anything. This sounds so cheesy, but it’s the truth! I’m rekindling friendships, making new ones, spending time with my family, working, getting through school, making more plans, going to start volunteering, and ultimately, using my time wisely. I really feel good about where I am and where I’m going.
