Although some of us consider ourselves rebellious adventurers, the type of adventurers seeking after our own special interests. Special interests that sometimes turnout to be all dead-ends. But is it not recognition that we are looking for. Recognition that would say we are worthy to be ourselves. It is what everyone really wants, a little recognition?


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PUTTING THE END-PIECES TOGETHER
    
ROLEPLAY
     
IN THE CATALOG OF LIFE


A Page, A Paragraph, A Word… Once Mentioned, Described… Flipped Back And Forth… Proofread Many Of Times… Accepted For What It Is Worth… In The Catalog Of Life… Your Course Of Existence.

     
WHEN LIFE IS BLACK AND WHITE
Love Friendship Marriage Encouragement
Feelings -- -- --
     
DAVID'S FINALE THOUGHT
     


Things didn’t turnout as I thought they ought to be. One day I woke up and realized what I thought I was going to be is not what I ended up doing. Sometimes it is what it is, reality at its best. Having dreams and hope when I was younger was a good thing. Dreams and hope helped me get through the awkward years. Growing up has its awkward moments too. But when I look back and see all the things I could have done differently, I find myself too tired to care. All the energy I put into gaining life experiences. How I embraced living as if it was some endless ride. Old is just a feeling; young is a state of mind. Not even all the “ifs, ands, and buts” in the world would make much of a difference, if I think about it, my past has become whom and what I am here and now. Trying to change the unchangeable would only put me into a spin cycle. To take back the things I once said or done, it’s too late; the damage is done, it wouldn’t change a thing, would it? I guess I will never know for sure. But that’s good enough for me; I have my recklessly pursuing pleasures to remember. I can recall them whenever I feel alone. I can reminisce how it felt to fall in love for the first time, things like that. The window I lookout of everyday is the only thing that stands between the world and me. I know in my heart, I would be gone in a flash if I were strong enough to open it.




At the end of your life, you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child, or a parent. ~ Barbara Bush