The people who are the dumbest are the ones that give up on themselves. How does one expect the world to believe in the art they create, if he or she does not see the glory in their work? Some dreams seem unrealistic but if you have fun with it, anything is possible. One nay-sayers asked, “Do you believe in Unicorns?” and my reply was a simple yes. There is no proof that unicorns do not exist. I do think that unicorns needed a new sundial, were on a different time zone, or maybe they were Mexican. Either way they missed the ark to Modern Life. Sometimes my schedule has me on the same trip as the unicorns - especially when I’m home with my Mexican friends who are on SMT (Standard Mexican Time). I’m so focused on trivial things that I miss the great opportunities I have already established. I have quit once before. Don’t be hating, I quit running cross country. I’m not an athlete physically, but mentally-I’m extremely competitive and will beat your ass... while I trip over my feet. Either way I quit cross country because I was too much of a nerd who couldn’t handle school, choir and drum majoring. It really is not that bad, because I only joined cross country for the treats our moms made after every meet... Oh and a boy. I joined for one boy, ended up dating another... and you already know my opinion of love so it really was not hard for me to quit. That being said, I do not believe that dropping a class or stop going to practices is quitting if it not something you are not passion about. Quitting is losing the passion and drive that gives you the reason for living.
Sometimes even a cynic is hopeful and believes... don’t worry someone will kick out my soap box and I’ll be back to my grouchy self.
Believe the impossible so your impossibilities becomes reality.