I scratch my head because thoughts flutter my mind like butterflies being born exponentially. I have dreams which seems to peak so high that it seems impossible to reach for the entirety of this society. I envision my future so vividly that it seems like I am living in it. Every day I come closer to this dream and start letting go of my tired yesterdays. I am ready. I have reached the point of exasperation, (deep breath). I have taken my last breath of this life and have gone in to the realm of freedom. I know nothing of my yesterdays, know only of my today and hope to attain my dreams of tomorrow.
Quest for Excellence
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring but all I know is that I am not mediocre. I do not strive to be mediocre, so why have I settled for so long?
Monday, May 11th, 2009 – The confusing thing about today is that everyone seems to have an opinion about what you should do, but none of their great ideas feels exactly right to you. You might even question your own judgment, wondering how others can see what you cannot. Self-doubt is unproductive; just listen to your inner voice now, even if it’s contrary to the advice you are receiving.
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Some may think I am a dreamer because I state things that seem unrealistic … to them. In their own realm they think my dreams are things out of this world but to me, these ‘dreams’ are going to be my reality. If one limit’s their thought to what they think, they will never be more. Though the doubters sometimes make me revisit my dream, I still come to the same conclusion. I laugh at the doubters and the haters because I kindof feel sorry for them. I want to be more than a person living this rat race of life. I am more than that … I am.
I am sitting on the porch soaking in the sun on a Saturday afternoon thinking of things that have progressed in the last year. I smile back on the memories and it makes me teary-eyed. Who would of thought I would be here now, a year later. I sit in a house which he envisioned a year gone. Many people speak of things they dream about but many people do not put those dreams in motion. He is a person who has made it happen.
I remember laying in my parents house with him on the left of me, speaking of a place that he and I should share together. We spoke about subletting, renting, and lastly owning a house. The first two did not happen because it was decided that the latter should happen, owning/living in a house we could call our own. So we sacrificed some freedom to save money and now here we are. I didn’t officially move out of my parents but it is apparent that I basically moved out except for some clothes that I have left there. My brother Rich, called me 10 min ago to ask me if he can move my remains in the smaller room for he is going to move in to my room for it is larger. This was like a smack in my face, not in a bad way but in a reality check type of way, “I HAVE MOVED OUT”. I go to my parents maybe once a week and when I do, it feels foreign to me. At first the house felt foreign but now I can finally call it home. We haven’t yet settled in due to renovations and the fact that we have rented majority of the house in order to reach our next goal of getting another house as an income property. I have grown to love this house and the memories we have built together. Unfortunately, it is time to build memories elsewhere, and where is that exactly? It could be helping poor children in the streets of Philippines, enjoying the busyness of the streets of Tokyo, or eating crepes with the French in Nice, France. Basically my memories are built with people in places. I do not get attached to places, I get attached to people whom I love in those places. For example, before I made friends in New York City, I wasn’t too gong-ho about it except for the shopping. After making friends, I love New York or more so, I love my friends in New York. They are the reason why I keep coming back. I still shop in New York but it is not my reason for visiting. This reminds me that I am long over due for a trip to NYC.
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So I have been meaning to post this video that I received from a co-worker, weeks back.
It made me think of things that inspire me to be. I am a pretty lazy relaxed person, so what makes me get out of bed in the morning? My desire to get another house and then retire. It is not that I want to lay in bed and watch Dr. Phil all day but I want to travel and also help people. He has showed me the organization(missionary) that he volunteered for in Mexico and it inspired me. I realized working for a corporation to make the rich richer isn’t satisfying. It is my time to help those who truly need help. There aren’t enough hands to feed those who starve, so I want to offer my hands to feed empty hearts.
