I'm actually completely happy.
I mean, bad things do happen, my parents are still at eachothers throats, and exams are coming up, and I still can't find a job...
But somehow, none of that matters so much anymore.
I'm happy being me. I'm happy in my skin.
And that's harder to get hold of than you would think...
Anyway, have a poem called YOU WERE NOT BORN EMPTY by Bryce Courtnay...
God formed you with perfect feet and hands
and a heart that beats non-stop,
sometimes for a hundred years. He made you complete.
Why then assume He made you empty?
He didnt, of course. You inherited a thousand
generations of wisdom, skill, poetry, song, all the
sunrises and sunsets of knowledge past. You are the
sum of all the people who went before you.
You are a refinery of inherited intellectual wealth.
The full flood of antecedent wisdom is piped and
stored within you how to climb the highest mountain,
slay the biggest monster, how to survive fear and how to
summon your own courage and take pride in
your wonderful intelligence.
Inside you are more possibilities than you could
possibly use up in one lifetime.
If you can dream it, you can do it, because the instinctive
knowledge of how to succeed is already programmed
within you, waiting to flow like
a river as you come on stream.









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And in dis judgment there is no partiality..."
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"Trying is the first step to failure."
- Homer J. Simpson
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you were the fire in my eyes,
but i wanted to put you out.
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The real troubles in your life are apt tp be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
-Baz Luhrmann
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