It shapes the course of your life, clouds your mind in doubt and can without knowing it, cause such a ripple effect it can be heard and felt miles from where you stand.
Yes the decisions on which you paint your life do change the course and the dynamic in which you see reality, but also those around you.
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Lately I've noticed my eye sight shift towards the past.
What was once something so daunting and for me, mindlessly boring is something I'm now considering only brought on by the facts my friend has told me.
Have we noticed the years slip threw our hands, noticed that time has gone by so quick and yet still nothing major has changed.
I've learnt all that I can awaiting life's destiny, but when does it become my time to a achieve something I never thought I would?
Silly facts go by with the wind, tales of glory and tales demise brush of my cheek, but when the rain falls upon my head I'm still the same.
I can right my wrongs, but I've learnt from them and so life's begins, but when do we make a conscious decision to change that little road of destiny and make it our own.
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When I look back on five, six even seven years with my friends I see all that they've gained and for once I can't help but feel I'm missing out.
Writing is what I am and what I do, it's something I'm not going to stop so why not take the plunge and develop all that I need to know, to become all that I am.
Yes the decisions on which you paint your life do change the course and the dynamic in which you see reality, but also those around you.
*
Lately I've noticed my eye sight shift towards the past.
What was once something so daunting and for me, mindlessly boring is something I'm now considering only brought on by the facts my friend has told me.
Have we noticed the years slip threw our hands, noticed that time has gone by so quick and yet still nothing major has changed.
I've learnt all that I can awaiting life's destiny, but when does it become my time to a achieve something I never thought I would?
Silly facts go by with the wind, tales of glory and tales demise brush of my cheek, but when the rain falls upon my head I'm still the same.
I can right my wrongs, but I've learnt from them and so life's begins, but when do we make a conscious decision to change that little road of destiny and make it our own.
*
When I look back on five, six even seven years with my friends I see all that they've gained and for once I can't help but feel I'm missing out.
Writing is what I am and what I do, it's something I'm not going to stop so why not take the plunge and develop all that I need to know, to become all that I am.
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