We are our own.

I am my own inspiration.

I am my own hope, my own happiness, my own purpose.

I am responsible for my own fulfillment.

I am guiding my own footsteps;

I am carving my own footprints into the grounds I choose to walk on.

I belong to myself and I crave my own success.

The Human Race Has Become An Issue.

When I think about what the human race has done to the earth, and what we choose to use our time, words, and actions doing, I am disgusted.

Is this really what the purpose of human beings is? To be jealous and angry towards each other, judging EVERYONE, as we waste our time using the internet to whine about how much we “hate” ourselves and making jokes about how lonely and “useless” we are? staying up-to-date with the latest celebrity gossip and fashion trends, and making sure we have the newest updates on our smartphones, working a job in an office with stuck-up, power-hungry assholes and coming home to a nagging wife who’s cheating on you and screaming kids who just spilled chocolate pudding on the sofa.

We’re full of shit. We’re all so lazy and we don’t even fucking try. I grief for the current state of the human race.

How about we NOT be like this.

Let's strive for something bigger, let's be ourselves, let's stand up for the truth, let's carve our own paths, and work together to become a big, beautiful family on this planet we all call home.

Why Are Celebrities So "Perfect"?

All the people I see on the internet who say how depressed they are and how much they hate themselves always talk about how perfect all of these television stars and models are.

But am I the only one who's noticed that the only difference between these people and these celebrities is that the celebrities are being positive? 

You see them with smiles on their faces, laughing, being confident and sticking with their beliefs and standing up for things they think are important. 

But we worship them like they're some kind of higher form of human being when really, they're us, except for instead of feeling sorry for themselves and wanting to be someone else, they go out and be that person.

Your thoughts about how you're so ugly and stupid and hopelessly shy is all in your head. Get it out of your head and actually make an EFFORT to be these things you envy others for being.

If you don't go after these things no matter how hard it is, no matter how many times you fail, no matter how many weeks or months or years it takes, then I don't feel bad for you for not having them.

I don't feel sorry for you if you don't put in a no-excuses effort to achieve what you want to be in life.

Decide what to be and go be it.

IT'S NOT IMPOSSIBLE!

Wanna know the only things in life that are impossible?

The things that you do not try to do.

You've got a world of knowledge right in front of your fingertips right this second.

You can literally search ANY topic you want to learn in a matter of seconds. 

What excuse could you possibly use now?

I don't wanna hear it. Go figure out how to do whatever it takes to get where you want to be.

Everything We Say Is Fake

The things you say and write without the intention of showing someone else are your real thoughts.

If you're saying something to someone else, you're going to alter it in some way: change the words you use, change the tone, take out or add something; you're going to filter it in one way or another.

We're bullshitting people when we do this.

Our brains have been programmed to filter our words like that.

There are a few exceptions, and those are the people that we often label as "assholes" for being upfront and honest.

But really, we're the assholes for being fake and judging other people for actually being real.

We do it out of jealousy. We wish we were bold enough to say what we feel without the fear of being judged.

We're far too pretentious to admit it though.

My Thoughts About Priorities

People's priorities are all over the place.

My mother sees me being bitter and selfish consistently, yet she confronts at me about things like not cleaning my room.

My room is a mess, but so is my life. 

How can I justify making time to clean something so insignificant as my room if I have yet to find enough time to clean up my life?

It doesn't make sense to me to clean up my room and make it seem like I have my life together when I don't.

If I am really a mess, my room will represent it.

If I don't have all my shit together, cleaning my room and making it seem as if I do is fake and misleading in my eyes.

I will not go out of my way to make things seem a way that they are not.