I am constantly being reminded, it seems these days, of how much I am driven by my emotions. Reminded by the tears that stream down my face as I watch a movie that for reasons I can't explain, I feel like I connect too. Reminded by the anger that seems to be stirring inside me more often than I would care to admit, for things that logically don't matter but illogically bring out the worst in me. Reminded by the stress that overwhelms my life at times. And by the longing desire to see people happy that is always floating in the back of my mind. I am constantly being reminded that I tend to care too much, and then realizing that I would not be myself if the happiness of a beloved sister, the hug from a dear friend, the sting of a sad story, or the joy of a sweet puppy did not all bring a tear to my eye. I am constantly being reminded by those closest to me that things will all work out the way they are supposed too. That things don't work out so that better things can. That one day all my trials will make sense, and I will understand. Constantly being reminded that in the grand scheme of things, time flies. The emotions that I feel, that drive me crazy, and bring me to tears even as I type this up, are my downfall and my best quality. I feel. I feel everything. And constantly reminds me that it's my choice to be happy, and that is a choice I choose to make.
FACT: The smartest people that I know are the people who read. FACT: I am nowhere near being 'the smartest person' anyone knows. FACT: I am a work in progress. FACT: I can become so much more than I currently am. FACT: I am on a quest to read as much as I can for a whole year. FACT: This is exponentially harder than it sounds. _________________________________________________________________________________ I was scrolling through Facebook last week and I came across an article that caught my attention. Being on a "quest to read more" I clicked on the article and started to read a column written by a young lady regarding mental health, her experience, and what she longs to say to those 'dear friends' around her who are also struggling. It was a great read and I am glad that I took the time to read it, however there is one question that has stuck in the back of my mind: "What are you scared of today?" As I have continu...
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