it really just seems like it’s human nature, isn’t it? to just start complaining, whinging and whining about how everyone and everything sucks when things don’t go so well. and because almost everyone does it, it’s so easy to just attribute it to human nature and leave it at that. when the truth is that i’m just an almost perpetually dissatisfied person. i could keep on complaining, but i could also try to change. why do i always put up seemingly impossible things to do???
eerational's Life List
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1. love and be loved
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2. know the meaning of everything
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3. be the best that i can be
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4. lose weight
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5. earn lots of money
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6. get a part-time job
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7. watch a good concert
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8. do something exciting (and potentially life-threatening!)
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9. write a poem that i'll show to someone else
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10. make a list of 100 things that make me happy.
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11. stop complaining
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12. go on a road trip with no predetermined destination
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13. get my driving license
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14. love myself unconditionally
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15. be happy
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16. stop procrastinating
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i wish i could do this all the time. sometimes i am very convinced about my stellar qualities but at other times i feel totally rotten and useless about myself. i need to not put down myself so much, and appreciate myself for who i am. i was born with this and that quality for a reason, and instead of lamenting about my flaws, i guess i should try to improve on them. or just live with myself, and move on.
i’ve written a couple of poems and thought up a few haikus in my head, but i’ve never dared to show them to anyone. it’s a mixture of the content matter being a tad too angsty and sensitive for outside eyes, because i usually am only inspired to write when i feel down or depressed. another reason is that i don’t have confidence in my creations. i know not about rules of rhyme nor of what meters to incorporate, and as such i think it best to not sully eyes with my pale imitations of poems. but someday… maybe i will. maybe.
