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Mocha

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i'm a tees & flip flop kind of person. a writer, at some point. i live, eat, breath sports & i don't give a dirty shit about your perfectly manicured nails & your two layer cake make up.

yes, i'm stubborn, rude, deceitful, aggressive and a critic. if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

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15 March 2009 11:35 pm



With the things in this world you can see and the things you cannot, it's fallible something you never knew was there because you were not paying attention. There is only so much in this life you can choose, and far too much already choosen for you. You wake each morning to the same sunrise, but it is always a new day. You will stop one day in the middle of your day-to-day routine and realize what really matters and what deserves to make sense. We are suppose to be many things, and expectations are known to exceed beyond reality. Many of us work to prove, to follow the rules, and we end up like that monkey and his tambourine; the same old song, not seeing anything else.

We all think we 'look', we swear beyond remission we're different than our fathers, that we're nothing like our mothers and we are more free than they ever were. The sad truth is the walls are closing in, the horizons have gotten cropped and nobody sees that what we see is not all there is. The question here is "what really matters?" We go to work because we 'have to' if we want to eat, we have to hold our tongues when someone says the wrong thing. We get so caught up in our day-to-day routine that we believe it all makes sense, but half the time, we don't see what's been there the whole time.

Don't be that somebody that is so 'far gone' that you don't see the closest things are crumbling at your feet. Don't be so blind that you can't see that somebody loves you no matter what you are, who you are or where you've been. Never forget what makes your day-to-day worth all the effort, all the trouble to keep yourself level.

We are not 'suppose to be' anything but what we are.