organizing old files on my computer and logging them. how weird it is that i have to research my own files because they seem so foreign to me, i'm not sure if i wrote them. He looked down at her smiling, the same girl he had smiled at for months on end.
from 2/4/05. that has to be around the time i got my life straight.
Today's theme seemed to be evolution. How we move forward not just as a group, but as individuals. I realized today that we don't walk a straight line through life; every choice opens up potential futures, entire outlined stories suddenly willed into existence with the potential to be lived out. It's our free will that conjures up those short walkways, willing them into existence, millions and millions attaching end to end to form the fluid grid that is, your life. But it's destiny that pulls you through the walkway until you reach another choice with another potential set of futures that you can bring to life depending on how you choose to react and what you choose to do. So we just have to be conscious in each and every choice we make in our short time on earth, what it is we are really choosing and why we are choosing it.
The greatest disservice mass advertising ever did to us was convince us that everyone feels the same way in the light of day, but no one else ever has to face their shadows at night.
