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I come writing this post, with nothing on my agenda. I have nothing, or no topic which I want to write about today. Normally I could talk about life, or love, or what it means to be happy, but tonight, I write, whatever comes to my head. As a kid growing up I longed for a life where everything was simple, and nothing was complicated. As I grow older, I am realizing that words like "simple" just don't exist. Each day, every single person on the earth is faced with something that could cause them to shake every belief, every hope, and every dream they had. I don't know every single person on this earth, nor will I ever. I always try to look for the best in people, even if it's the hardest thing I've ever done. I trust people, too easily sometimes. I want to treat people the way I want to be treated in return. Some may call me a dreamer, and I know I think way to much, but how can any person sit and watch the sun go down, and not be a dreamer? The other day, I found myself sitting outside and taking in the sounds and smells of the evening. I watched the sun go down, and I watched as the birds gracefully glided through the sky. I sometimes forget about the beautiful life God has created for me, and for you. As people, we get so wound up in the norm that we forget to take a break from our schedule, and enjoy the simple pleasures in life. I have learned that it's not what you receive for your birthday, or how much money, it's about the people you spend it with. Growing up, is something that cannot be controlled. No amount of plastic surgery, or boob jobs can make you grow younger. I'm sorry all you old people, yes, we CAN tell when you have had so much surgery that your face is starting to look like the plastic. I am rambling now, something I do often. Have a good night all my readers, and remember: Nothing in life is more important than your faith, friends, and family.


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