cheryllsf
We always forget the steps you take to derive the answer is what matters. Don't just jump at the final answer. Close your eyes, breathe and calm down. Let logic and a little bit of instinct take over. You're going to be okay.
You think I'm an ignorant savage.
But have you heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Having the right pair of boots will really take you places. I have come to realize that's no cliche. It's completely true. Go for functional, rather than looks, and you will literally go places.
When did life start to be about keeping ahead? Your paper qualifications, how big your house is, the brand of your car - do they all really matter so much?
We could just be thankful for what we have, be happy about having enough. It could stay that simple. But still, we all succumb to the pressures of society in the end.
It takes two hands to clap. It's never just about what I'm not. It's also about what you won't let me be. You need both hands, because it takes two.
Soon can't come soon enough. I guess that's my personality. I always have this hope for the future. There's never a time I don't look forward to what's to come. I see the future as full of possibilities. It's amazing how many things can happen. Unlike the past, which I can't change anymore. Perhaps a cheesy line, but the truth is undeniable - your future is in your hands.
Her heart skips a beat with the mention of that. She doesn't want it to. It's not her choice but it still does. Even the slightest mention.
Some spend their whole lives trying and never make it anywhere. Whereas some just give up on their passion because they aren't handed any opportunities.
Work for what you believe in and if things don't work out the way you wanted them to, at least you won't regret.
But you didn't have to cut me off. Now you're just somebody that I used to know.
Paint me the world in black and white. The lack of color sometimes helps you to see the details so much better. It's like getting rid of the distractions, beautiful as they may be.
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