awkwardaardvark
Success comes in many shapes. You may achieve something you didn't even think you could achieve. Look: Success isn't something you plan, it's something that happens. That setting goals idea is crap. If it worked, then everyone would be successful, and then maybe everyone would be happy.
My plans for the day were different then what actually occured. I guess you could say my expectations didn't match up with reality. Sort like all those gifs people on tumblr put on their blogs.
The galaxy is large and simply amazing. I have no doubt there is life out there in it all. I also have no doubt God exists. There isn't an exclusive one of the other deal here. There is possibility for it all. Because that's how life is. Everything exists.
The ego of everyone around me astounds me. Sure, I have a rather large ego myself, but I try to hide it. Everyone else though, they act like their the s***t. They act like I'm inferior to them. When the truth is, we are all the same. Ego sucks. It makes us lose friends. It makes us lose ourselves.
The purpose of life? Live. Breath. Enjoy yourself. Help others. Don't sit in a corner, or there is no point in living. Don't let everyone around you go out and do things while you just sit in front of the computer or tv. The purpose of life is to live. Nothing else matters.
I trusted you not to tell my secret. I trusted you to keep it with you until the day you died. You couldn't even do that. So how could I trust you with my heart? You would probably just break it. You would just get your dirty hands on it and probably drop it.
I had an executive decision to make. At least that's what they tell me. I assume they mean an important one. Maybe something to do with the head of a company? Why can't a word mean one thing? Why do we have to attach so many meanings to words? What does that say about us?