I still can't get over that picture I took of the plane's wing. It's so beautiful. That was when I flew out to see Richie, a boy I didn't know, but knew better than those I've known. Our brains worked similarly. We both point out odd combinations of numbers from times to license plates. The kind of number combination that wouldn't be obvious like 06/12 3:24. My brain would see the 6th month being half of the date and the time 3x2= 6 (the month) 6x4=24 divided by the 2 that double the month is 12. Nonsense? Maybe. But I had a crazy math partner in crime.
I had so much fun on that trip I had hope for life. I love to travel. I felt like the future held opportunity and I developed a connection.
Today, has been a harsh day. I'm still trying to figure out where I'm supposed to be in life. For the past few years I've been having to react to terrible situations that I've ended up in. I do believe that we are in charge of our lives but I also KNOW that certain unstoppable things happen. No matter how kind hearted and hard working some people are there are so many lazy, spoiled people out there living amazing lives while the others die in poverty.
It sounds depressing but there is no denying that. I don't believe I can't succeed. I do believe I can succeed. Doing anything for myself has been on the back burner. This year has been unintentional mishaps, coincidences, and all kinds of awesomeness that hasn't exactly been in my favor.
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