They say that to truly live life, things have to be different and totally random.

But is that really true? Can you live a true life, with having at least one constant presence in your life? that steadying force, that carries you through. Your support line?

Of course, you can!

There are plenty of constants in my life; ones that give me a sense of support and direction. Without it, I would be lost and confused, I would have no direction.

Just need a little guidance and inspiration








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To those who have had ever had the tragedy of losing someone, I sympathize.

It’s so easy to say the word, but can be a lot more difficult to fully put the emotion behind it.

I always think to myself, how can I do more? It’s the same sentiment with most things.

I always want to do more, but I never really know what step to take.

You don’t want to appear to be overbearing, or the opposite extreme; inconsiderate.

It’s a hard sentiment to understand and truly follow through

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Music is what I can relate to.

It is my go to when things are tough, and I need a release.

It is where I can just let go. Where the mind can just be free and wild.

Where it feels like that the lyrics are written just for me.

No judgement to seen or heard. Just understanding and feeling the raw emotion

It is where I can just relate to something, so it feels like I’m not alone

With music and writing, I know I am never alone

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Today I found out something that I didn’t think I would.

Something that stopped me in my tracks.

A young girl lost her life, doing something she loved.

Usually when I read news stories like this, I don’t know anything about the people involved. I still feel sad, but no tangible connection.

Today was a little different. I was reading an article about a young girl that had been critically injured in her junior dragster vehicle. I saw a name that rang a bell in my head. A name that I recognized. The young girl was the niece of one of my friends.

Her family had lost a daughter, a cousin, a niece.

I can’t even begin to imagine what they are going through.

Today is a Black Day for all who had the privilege of having her in their lives

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I love the idea of mystery. Not knowing whats going to happen, or how it’s going to happen. That little element of the unknown. I love it!

You don’t have to know every little detail about every little thing.

Does everyone know everything about me? No. Would they want to? That’s a discussion for another day.

The love of the unknown. Live life on the edge.



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