a vigilante stepped to me and said, “i’m on a terrorist watch list.” I trusted what he said was true. i made him up. he’s in a cult that brainwashes people to think for themselves. he also gave me seeds, enough to share.
vigilante [ˌvijəˈlan(t)ē] NOUN a member of a self-appointed group of citizens who undertake law enforcement in their community without legal authority, typically because the legal agencies are thought to be inadequate.
Sometimes, life is good. And sometimes, it's bad. Sometimes, life can even seem cruel. But it can also be special. Like when you become a mom or dad. Now that we've talked about What life is sometimes, Let's talk about what it is all the time. When it comes down to it, Life is life.
In life the only thing you can do is just wait... Rather if your waiting for your next relationship , friendship , or a job you name it. We wait because after those two steps you don't want to regret the mistakes that will be created. freemindedlee_
"What are you doing to better the world? What value do you bring to society?" "Those are not the right questions." "Why not? They're questions everyone asks." "Maybe so. But they're meaningless if you can't answer another one first." "Which is?" "The right question is "what are you doing to better yourself?" If you can't find value in yourself, if you don't think you're the best you can be, you can't be ready to better the world.
It was a dark and stormy night when an angel of death took flight. She took to the skies and followed the thunder to the one who would begin their eternal slumber. The man who would soon receive such a fate denied the love of someone great. He told her she was ugly and didn't have time to give his love to someone who wasn't divine. Then what happened next devastated her parents when they read her text. He had no remorse when he was given the news. So the angel of death made him pay his dues. People take things for granted. That's to be expected. But professing love is not an act that deserves being disrespected. If we took the time to think about all of the outcomes of our choices, the world might not lose so many beautiful voices.
I was so angry. My anger an rage could fill the whole universe. What was I so angry about? I can't change the past, but I can change from reacting to responding.
My anger could peel oil paint off the walls. My anger could make the whole room silent. My anger made people disappear from my life.
Some how I need to let go so I can succeed mentally. I can change myself, from the inward to out ward. I was always trying to control the outcome of how people viewed me or how they didn't do something.
I have no control over all that an yet when it didn't happen that way or it didn't go at all I was disappointed an that turned into anger.
sadly I had no recollection of how this would affect my relationships, my soul, my career, the way I viewed things, the way I viewed people including myself, an life in general.
Anger was my way of defending in a world who seemed not to care, who could not defend me.
Anger was a tool for me to avoid pain, hurt, an sometimes the anger turned to numbness an I couldn't feel anything.
It's time to let go of the pain of the past an sometimes you don't know where to begin
Letting go can make your life so much better, and less angry.