Ashley Estrada

This is at the top of my list. This is the most important thing on this list.
Happiness doesn’t just come to you.

You have to work for it. I know it just seems too obvious, but maybe the sky just opened up for me.

I’m trying harder to want and to need, and to keep long term goals, and I guess every goal has its steps. I’m working towards it everything and that’s what matters. I know people who have worked for a seemingly simple goal for all of their lives.

“I want to be happy.“

If I don’t try harder, I won’t be happy. I won’t be happy unless I live passionately, or anything else on this list, save for the something about left hands, but ~ that’s okay.

To quote Wicked:
        “Being happy is what happens
                   when your dreams come true.“

It might sound cliche, but that’s exactly what I want in life, and maybe that’s what everyone wants, and I just like making things simpler and more complicated at the same time. It’s kind of like those math problems you’d never understand in middle school. And. Well. Yes.

Trying helps.
Hopefully.

It was seventh hour, mostly, but the day didn’t make any sense at all.

It was unfortunate to know that we could leave paper about anywhere, and anyone could see from our penmanship who it was that wrote what. It was too something, but that’s okay.
It was difficult to understand, anyway.

To the left, there is no control, but the images remain clear.
It’s just as lovely.

And then, there was something about the right making just as much sense, but backwards.

Tasty like pancakes,
and you write just like one.

And then they marvel at it,
but they can’t read two sides of the same coin.

It’s just that the Urd won’t let that happen.

It’s pretty okay, though;
I’ve got three fourths of the thing down.

For a brief moment, I felt so happy telling you about everything good, and for a brief moment, I wasn’t who I was. I was someone hopeful, and happy, and rich in laughter and love, and contentness. I was feeling so wonderful, and then, I think I was shot down.

Not quite, but almost.

Don’t give me that bullshit, “We’re nothing, compared to everything.”

I don’t need that. I don’t care if we’re nothing. You’re part of my everything, and my everything might be nothing compared to the universe, but I don’t know the universe. The concept “universe” means nothing but an abstract thought to me.

My everything includes people and the music and art they produce.

I will critique, but never compare myself to others.
I will love who I so desire, with no restraint.
I will live for the now, because now is all I have.
- One cannot make anything of the past, the future is really nothing, and now is all we really have control over.

1. I am saying hello to more people, and I’m dancing, even when they’re watching. I’m dancing with the one’s who are watching, and I’d like to waltz with you. I’ll make the best of this little bit right now, because I think we’re being delighted by novelty, but that’s okay.

I don’t care if it lasts for an hour or so every other day.
It’s more than it ever has been before.

I love misplaced euphoria.