woahitsmatt
"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying"
Yeah.
Every Friday night;
I sit with the same thought in my mind.
Will I ever find love,
Complete and genuine,
New everyday.
Not just words,
But emotion
No second thoughts, no turning back,
A feeling of being...
needed,
wanted,
loved.
Is it real?
Or do we invent it
to feel loved
because we never will.
I sit with the same thought in my mind.
Will I ever find love,
Complete and genuine,
New everyday.
Not just words,
But emotion
No second thoughts, no turning back,
A feeling of being...
needed,
wanted,
loved.
Is it real?
Or do we invent it
to feel loved
because we never will.
It's On Page Twelve.
You've probably already heard the news; the senior prank codenamed "Green Eggs and Ham" was scrubbed as the Administration decided it would be in their best interest to advise those involved in the harmless prank, (though it can be argued, it wasn't really much of a prank, it was more of just a joke, no harm would really have been done), that if they were caught going through with the caper, the police would be involved and anyone of legal age would be arrested for trespassing. Though it may seem arbitrary to stand in the way of an act that wouldn't cause damage, two years ago the new addition was vandalized with spray paint, that had to be cleaned before school began, which caused in excess of ten grand. Needless to say, you can see why they made their choice, classes of the past had taken advantage of the once harmless night in which the graduating class would be able to leave high school saying "This one cold night, our class...".
Sadly the class of 2007, as it stands right now, has no stories of such nature. The one night most seniors utilize their creativity and imagination to create a sense of awe in the school has been removed. Project Green Eggs and Ham has been in the planning for a very long time, you can see on the 200 wing past the bricks, the display case showing important events has "Green Eggs and Ham" at the top, anticipating the pending night of fun, and stirring wonder among the underclassmen. This was not some off the handle spur of the moment myspace bulletin telling everyone to sleep out in the parking lot and block the spaces, this was a carefully crafted and designed plot that was under control. To have all that time wasted, because of the actions of one class in my opinion, is wrong. Though I understand the Administration did not want to risk another night of vandalism, the details of the night were known, but still it was called of.
The response was mostly shock at first. Underclassmen stared and wondered what the late afternoon announcement had meant, many thought October 16th was a holiday of some sort. But alas, to the senior class, they're unified spirit and anxiety was crushed within the time-span of 25 seconds. The shock was followed by anger, and resentment, many still considered going through with it, but as far as I know, no one did, leaving that plan aborted, all agents return to base; game over.
But what makes me marvel at the class of 2007 is what happened next. Most would simply just complain and give up, succumb to the will of the machine, if you will. But no, a movement has started. They have utilized everything Manchester Twp. High School has taught them. From the Soviet uprisings, to the passive resistance enacted by Ghandi himself, their bond grew stronger. Instead of being dejected, and divided, their hands grasped tighter, under one phrase:
Sadly the class of 2007, as it stands right now, has no stories of such nature. The one night most seniors utilize their creativity and imagination to create a sense of awe in the school has been removed. Project Green Eggs and Ham has been in the planning for a very long time, you can see on the 200 wing past the bricks, the display case showing important events has "Green Eggs and Ham" at the top, anticipating the pending night of fun, and stirring wonder among the underclassmen. This was not some off the handle spur of the moment myspace bulletin telling everyone to sleep out in the parking lot and block the spaces, this was a carefully crafted and designed plot that was under control. To have all that time wasted, because of the actions of one class in my opinion, is wrong. Though I understand the Administration did not want to risk another night of vandalism, the details of the night were known, but still it was called of.
The response was mostly shock at first. Underclassmen stared and wondered what the late afternoon announcement had meant, many thought October 16th was a holiday of some sort. But alas, to the senior class, they're unified spirit and anxiety was crushed within the time-span of 25 seconds. The shock was followed by anger, and resentment, many still considered going through with it, but as far as I know, no one did, leaving that plan aborted, all agents return to base; game over.
But what makes me marvel at the class of 2007 is what happened next. Most would simply just complain and give up, succumb to the will of the machine, if you will. But no, a movement has started. They have utilized everything Manchester Twp. High School has taught them. From the Soviet uprisings, to the passive resistance enacted by Ghandi himself, their bond grew stronger. Instead of being dejected, and divided, their hands grasped tighter, under one phrase:
Viva la resistance!
The biggest example of political maturity, moral standing, and passive protest, has come to pass in a quiet high school near the Jersey Shore. While others would resort to vandalism, and violence, this class took it upon themselves to strike where they can't be struck back, through voice. The assembly of the people cannot be broken, they are exercising their right to free speech and expression; a concept that has been drilled into our heads in every history class we have taken. You can stop a group of five punks with spray paint, but you can't quiet 150 people who are doing no wrong.
That phrase has sparked the newest wave of passive resistance. The day following the declaration against Senior prank night, word started to spread about the "resistance". A airy buzz could be felt around the halls, fists were being raised in defiant unity, and plans were being made for the next move. Late night meetings and coordinated cell phone calls came into alignment with the PSAT's, giving the class the two and a half hour delay start to begin.
Time check: very early. I would give you a generic estimate, but I was taking the test, so I have no clue. A tailgate breakfast was conducted in the front of the school. Tailgate style; no harm, no foul. Just friends enjoying Wawa coffee and bagels. The only victim to the feast was a lone senior who was duct taped to a pole, he was released later on, no injuries reported. However, the breakfast was only beginning. The seeds of revolt were sown, the movement was beginning. A faint cheer could be heard from the cafeteria as the seniors waited for classes to start. At first it sounded like a chant, but upon careful listening you could hear it echo:
"We're not gonna take it, NO! We're not gonna take it.We're not gonna take it anymore!"
Unified under an anthem, expressing their dissension. Arms became duct taped, enscribed with the party's motto "VIVA LA RESISTANCE!". Students dawned Hawk shirts and proudly wore their bands of brotherhood throughout the day. No mistaking it, a movment was happening; lead by the most spirited and proud students of the entire campus. They fearlessly lead their peers into battle; not a battle over the right to create mischief, not a battle to simply fight back, it is a stand for classes future and past, it is a movement to show that students do care.
This is not over a simple prank. It's no longer about who's right and wrong. The resistance is more of a question.
"What else?"
"How much more must we have taken?"
"What is spirit?"
In my opinion, which is solely mine, October 16th was meant to be a night of school pride and unity. I'm not going to deny it, the class of 2007 is the most spirited class in Manchester, not just this year, but in years past. They have a love for this school like no other. It's not a mystery that Manchester is not well known. Many confuse use with Toms River or Lakehurst. Our sports teams haven't won many Championships, our budget doesn't regularly pass, our test scores are great, but discipline is a constant. We are not a school known for much outside of a great wrestling program, a great marching band, and the long line of athletes, most recent being the Malast's.
But that doesn't bother the senior class. They love their school, love their town, and love their class. That night was meant to bring them closer, to show their pride, to give the school something to talk about. No harm would have come from it, no damage done, just laughs and an extra four hundred feet walk for those who park on Colonial Drive.
The movement is asking how are they allowed to express spirit? Are we allowed to do anything other than talk about the next football game, or join PEPP? Anything outside of sports or clubs is not allowed. The students cannot assemble on school grounds because it's now trespassing. Spirit week is only a week, and this class clearly needs more than 5/180 days to show spirit. One night, one simple night of camping out on asphalt, trading stories and laughing the night away, wouldn't have done harm. This class is thirsty for a chance to express themselves, but it seems whenever an idea for a day of spirit outside a pep rally, or a night of fun is planned, it's removed because of the past. The past is done, those students have long moved away to bigger things, let this class be the first to set the example of proper behavior.
By suppressing their spirit, they are protesting. It's not even passive resistance, because passive resistance requires disobeying law, and they are doing no wrong in my eyes. Ductape is not barred in the handbook, and last time I checked, we do have right of free speech as long as it does not endanger the lives of others, harm one's being, or violates someone else's learning experience. Threats are being made to remove those in a posistion of leadership for a peaceful demonstration (would they rather spray pain be used again, I think this is the best way to get their point across). But it's an unwritten rule, all demonstrations of spirit have to be approved. As one senior said to me, sarcastically, "It's on page twelve".
-Page twelve deals with spitting, weapons, substance abuse, and tobacco.
-If you read between the lines, spirit is a weapon of unity, it's effect like a drug; it leaves it's participants high on life, and it's watchers mellow in awe.
No matter what anyone says; they aren't going to stop. If they cannot express themselves in a free manner, then they will do it another way; through protest. This protest goes beyond the definition. It's a unification of school spirit, even if the spirit is directed against the school.
In either case, more power to ya.
Viva La Resistance.
That phrase has sparked the newest wave of passive resistance. The day following the declaration against Senior prank night, word started to spread about the "resistance". A airy buzz could be felt around the halls, fists were being raised in defiant unity, and plans were being made for the next move. Late night meetings and coordinated cell phone calls came into alignment with the PSAT's, giving the class the two and a half hour delay start to begin.
Time check: very early. I would give you a generic estimate, but I was taking the test, so I have no clue. A tailgate breakfast was conducted in the front of the school. Tailgate style; no harm, no foul. Just friends enjoying Wawa coffee and bagels. The only victim to the feast was a lone senior who was duct taped to a pole, he was released later on, no injuries reported. However, the breakfast was only beginning. The seeds of revolt were sown, the movement was beginning. A faint cheer could be heard from the cafeteria as the seniors waited for classes to start. At first it sounded like a chant, but upon careful listening you could hear it echo:
"We're not gonna take it, NO! We're not gonna take it.We're not gonna take it anymore!"
Unified under an anthem, expressing their dissension. Arms became duct taped, enscribed with the party's motto "VIVA LA RESISTANCE!". Students dawned Hawk shirts and proudly wore their bands of brotherhood throughout the day. No mistaking it, a movment was happening; lead by the most spirited and proud students of the entire campus. They fearlessly lead their peers into battle; not a battle over the right to create mischief, not a battle to simply fight back, it is a stand for classes future and past, it is a movement to show that students do care.
This is not over a simple prank. It's no longer about who's right and wrong. The resistance is more of a question.
"What else?"
"How much more must we have taken?"
"What is spirit?"
In my opinion, which is solely mine, October 16th was meant to be a night of school pride and unity. I'm not going to deny it, the class of 2007 is the most spirited class in Manchester, not just this year, but in years past. They have a love for this school like no other. It's not a mystery that Manchester is not well known. Many confuse use with Toms River or Lakehurst. Our sports teams haven't won many Championships, our budget doesn't regularly pass, our test scores are great, but discipline is a constant. We are not a school known for much outside of a great wrestling program, a great marching band, and the long line of athletes, most recent being the Malast's.
But that doesn't bother the senior class. They love their school, love their town, and love their class. That night was meant to bring them closer, to show their pride, to give the school something to talk about. No harm would have come from it, no damage done, just laughs and an extra four hundred feet walk for those who park on Colonial Drive.
The movement is asking how are they allowed to express spirit? Are we allowed to do anything other than talk about the next football game, or join PEPP? Anything outside of sports or clubs is not allowed. The students cannot assemble on school grounds because it's now trespassing. Spirit week is only a week, and this class clearly needs more than 5/180 days to show spirit. One night, one simple night of camping out on asphalt, trading stories and laughing the night away, wouldn't have done harm. This class is thirsty for a chance to express themselves, but it seems whenever an idea for a day of spirit outside a pep rally, or a night of fun is planned, it's removed because of the past. The past is done, those students have long moved away to bigger things, let this class be the first to set the example of proper behavior.
By suppressing their spirit, they are protesting. It's not even passive resistance, because passive resistance requires disobeying law, and they are doing no wrong in my eyes. Ductape is not barred in the handbook, and last time I checked, we do have right of free speech as long as it does not endanger the lives of others, harm one's being, or violates someone else's learning experience. Threats are being made to remove those in a posistion of leadership for a peaceful demonstration (would they rather spray pain be used again, I think this is the best way to get their point across). But it's an unwritten rule, all demonstrations of spirit have to be approved. As one senior said to me, sarcastically, "It's on page twelve".
-Page twelve deals with spitting, weapons, substance abuse, and tobacco.
-If you read between the lines, spirit is a weapon of unity, it's effect like a drug; it leaves it's participants high on life, and it's watchers mellow in awe.
No matter what anyone says; they aren't going to stop. If they cannot express themselves in a free manner, then they will do it another way; through protest. This protest goes beyond the definition. It's a unification of school spirit, even if the spirit is directed against the school.
In either case, more power to ya.
Viva La Resistance.
No High Fives - Am I Right?
It's Within Solitude.
The idea behind this entry was inspired by the book "The Revolutionary Communicator by Jedd Medeifnd and Erik Lokkesomoe
[PSAT's tomorrow, eat breakfast, sleep well, remember it doesn't really count, so don't try]
Solitude. To some, it means loneliness, boredom, confusion. To others, including myself, it means reflection, understanding, and acceptance. Some people never stop, they're always going from somewhere to somewhere. There is no longer the family dinner, nor Monday Football; we've replaced the nuclear family with fast food and quality time with over-barring homework. No longer do we have the time to sit down and think about our day. By the time we finish rabbiting around, shower (hopefully), and turn on the TV, it's 11:00 PM. Maybe tomorrow you'll relax---no, never mind, soccer, work, chem lab, distractions. Maybe the weekend will bring alone time...if you didn't have to work a double, and you didn't promise that cute girl from Staples you'd call her to go to dinner.
I hope you're starting to see a trend here. We've become so caught up in the daily grind that we have removed the essential time of solitude. This, in my opinion, is one cause of low self-esteem and eventual denial. Think about it. The greatest leaders all had one common action; they were never always in front of the crowd. Look at your Einsteins, your Mother Theresa's, your George Patton's and, Jesus Christ. All of them took time away from the crowd for solitude. Everyone, not just the greatest of leaders need this time desperately, but we push it away.
"In solitude is where we are least alone"
-Lord Byron
[we've replaced alone time (Me2 + God3 -> Peace) with Chemistry homework (Na2 + Cl -> Na2Cl)]
But why is solitude so important? When you're alone, nine times out of ten, you begin to reflect on your day, your appearnce, your attitude, etc.. When you're alone, you can no longer hide from your problems, you can't cover up your insecurities by being busy, you can't make excuses for your mistakes. In solitude you come face to face with your worst enemy; yourself. Some people go as far as to not be alone, they feel when they are alone they are sad and dejected. But that is a direct result of denying your problems.
This? This is my solitude, this is what I do when I'm alone. By writing, I'm able to communicate my problems in a manner that many can relate to. It's during many of these writings in the summer that I found myself, and found the root of my problems. I've been too caught up in my image that I failed to realize the one thing that matters is that I am who I am, people will love me for it, others won't. Relationships will fail, and never be repaired, and broken lines will be taped up and made stronger. It's life. Reflection is one of the greatest gifts God gave man. To be able to learn from your past and teach yourself through reflection, is amazing.
I no longer fear. I'm not scared of anything anymore. I use to fear failure, letting everyone I know down. But if I'm letting others down, I'm not living for myself, I'm living to please them; that's not right. For a while I felt like I'd be alone for a long time. I thought that maybe I'm the problem, maybe the reason why I'm not a "stud" is my own fault. But no, it's far from that. I guess I'm a believer in fate. I look at each relationship more like, an interview, which is basically what a relationship is. I've yet to meet a girl that if she were to leave tomorrow for Holland, or something nuts like that, I'd follow her. I know I'll find the absolute girl of my dreams one day; but sometimes I think the girl of my dreams only exists--in my dreams. I guess I'm really looking for that soul that pursues me, the one that doesn't wait, show she isn't frontin', like so many girls before her. I have the habit of dating girls that at once seem absolutely perfect, but slowly I see that it's nothing more than face value; lust at best, but no direct connection. Love? Do I know what it is? Ha, I doubt anyone really does. I don't know if love exists, I think it's just a name we give a feeling, it's not really an entity.
Sidetracked---topic lost in there. But that's an example of how reflection yields motivation for change. So turn of the TV, put up an away message, play some soft music (Coldplay?), and sit, think, and learn. You are your greatest teacher because you know your desires and motives, and God is the greatest motivator, he'll show you where to go, and even if you don't go, you'll get there anyway.
[PSAT's tomorrow, eat breakfast, sleep well, remember it doesn't really count, so don't try]
Solitude. To some, it means loneliness, boredom, confusion. To others, including myself, it means reflection, understanding, and acceptance. Some people never stop, they're always going from somewhere to somewhere. There is no longer the family dinner, nor Monday Football; we've replaced the nuclear family with fast food and quality time with over-barring homework. No longer do we have the time to sit down and think about our day. By the time we finish rabbiting around, shower (hopefully), and turn on the TV, it's 11:00 PM. Maybe tomorrow you'll relax---no, never mind, soccer, work, chem lab, distractions. Maybe the weekend will bring alone time...if you didn't have to work a double, and you didn't promise that cute girl from Staples you'd call her to go to dinner.
I hope you're starting to see a trend here. We've become so caught up in the daily grind that we have removed the essential time of solitude. This, in my opinion, is one cause of low self-esteem and eventual denial. Think about it. The greatest leaders all had one common action; they were never always in front of the crowd. Look at your Einsteins, your Mother Theresa's, your George Patton's and, Jesus Christ. All of them took time away from the crowd for solitude. Everyone, not just the greatest of leaders need this time desperately, but we push it away.
"In solitude is where we are least alone"
-Lord Byron
[we've replaced alone time (Me2 + God3 -> Peace) with Chemistry homework (Na2 + Cl -> Na2Cl)]
But why is solitude so important? When you're alone, nine times out of ten, you begin to reflect on your day, your appearnce, your attitude, etc.. When you're alone, you can no longer hide from your problems, you can't cover up your insecurities by being busy, you can't make excuses for your mistakes. In solitude you come face to face with your worst enemy; yourself. Some people go as far as to not be alone, they feel when they are alone they are sad and dejected. But that is a direct result of denying your problems.
This? This is my solitude, this is what I do when I'm alone. By writing, I'm able to communicate my problems in a manner that many can relate to. It's during many of these writings in the summer that I found myself, and found the root of my problems. I've been too caught up in my image that I failed to realize the one thing that matters is that I am who I am, people will love me for it, others won't. Relationships will fail, and never be repaired, and broken lines will be taped up and made stronger. It's life. Reflection is one of the greatest gifts God gave man. To be able to learn from your past and teach yourself through reflection, is amazing.
I no longer fear. I'm not scared of anything anymore. I use to fear failure, letting everyone I know down. But if I'm letting others down, I'm not living for myself, I'm living to please them; that's not right. For a while I felt like I'd be alone for a long time. I thought that maybe I'm the problem, maybe the reason why I'm not a "stud" is my own fault. But no, it's far from that. I guess I'm a believer in fate. I look at each relationship more like, an interview, which is basically what a relationship is. I've yet to meet a girl that if she were to leave tomorrow for Holland, or something nuts like that, I'd follow her. I know I'll find the absolute girl of my dreams one day; but sometimes I think the girl of my dreams only exists--in my dreams. I guess I'm really looking for that soul that pursues me, the one that doesn't wait, show she isn't frontin', like so many girls before her. I have the habit of dating girls that at once seem absolutely perfect, but slowly I see that it's nothing more than face value; lust at best, but no direct connection. Love? Do I know what it is? Ha, I doubt anyone really does. I don't know if love exists, I think it's just a name we give a feeling, it's not really an entity.
Sidetracked---topic lost in there. But that's an example of how reflection yields motivation for change. So turn of the TV, put up an away message, play some soft music (Coldplay?), and sit, think, and learn. You are your greatest teacher because you know your desires and motives, and God is the greatest motivator, he'll show you where to go, and even if you don't go, you'll get there anyway.
No High Fives - Am I Right?
It's Coming
I can feel it;
The power is driving towards my fingertips.
My soul rejoices as my cup overfills;
and drops into my bucket.
Oh; it's coming.
You'll see.
One day, you'll see.
The power is driving towards my fingertips.
My soul rejoices as my cup overfills;
and drops into my bucket.
Oh; it's coming.
You'll see.
One day, you'll see.
Organization is the key.
[i got tired of the other blog, too scattered and unreliable, so i came back here.]
While talking to Lauren about the very subject of perspective change due to maturity, it sank in; I'm growing up. I'm no longer tied down to the childish habits I used to be prisoner of, and I've seen to take a more serious approach to work, school, friends, and life in general. I don't let small things bother me and I keep my priorities in line. I begin to notice how far I've come; I've taken what I've learned and seriously applied it in all aspects of my life. I'm emerging more confident, more stable, more outgoing. I've branched out from my typical circle to be friends with as many people as possible. And it's made life taste sweeter than the first ripe peach in summer.
The more I try to run from it the harder it hits me; I know where I'm going. There is not a shred of doubt anymore of where I plan to go and who I will become. I've known for a while but I always attempted to push it out of my denial-craving mind, thinking that I had other options. But the more I tried to walk away from the idea, the more it pursued me. I should expect that though; I've asked God countless times to guide me where to go in life, and the second I get the answer, I try to pass it off as if I haven't. I suppose it's fear in a sense. I'm no longer just pushing toward "whatever", I'm moving toward a goal, a destination which I know see.
I want to be a youth pastor. It shouldn't really surprise you much; I constantly have this desire to help people and I just seem to connect with others when it comes to helping them with their issues. You all know how much I love Church and just soaking in the Word and trying to learn more about myself through God. My goal for a long time was to change the world somehow, to make an impact. I wanted to be a revolutionary, so to speak, leading the ones lost to the path and showing them life is more than failed relationships and stress-induced depression. If I started to minister to the youth, to those who can understand where I'm coming from and learn from my own mistakes, I could spark change. I want to go to them; and tell them God loves them, no matter what. The young today long to be loved, to be accepted, to feel like they matter. I never felt like I mattered until I felt the love of God. I was a kid trying to make it in the wrong way. If I can get one kid, just one, to understand that, then maybe he'll grow to spread that love to another.
I'll change the world, one person at a time.
I've been trying to see if there was another path for me. The more I search, the more I see that I can go to any college, get any degree, be anything I want. I could make millions of dollars, and I'm not kidding. I could reach the top of any industry I want; but doing the same job day in and day out, it doesn't suit me. I like to see progress, I love to see change. If I minister, I'll see change, I'll mentor and raise a generation of moral people. I can do that, and deep down I know the impact I'm capable of is huge.
I still don't know, but the more I try to search outside of it, the more it calls me back.
Epiphany. The sudden realization, a revelation; The start of a change or the effects thereof. It hits you in the face like a kickball on the playground and leaves you speechless. The moments where the deepest longings of your soul finally become answered and you start to see the truth. Men climb mountains to Buddhist temples in Malaysia and drift in the rough seas for years to reach this kind of revelation. It’s simply stated into a single coherent sentence, but its impact is revolutionary. It stops you in your tracks, makes you heart skip a beat, and makes your breath grow shallow.
Ever notice at some point, that the people you’ve known have changed? No, this isn’t another angst-filled entry regarding how people change. Rather, it’s about how you change. People stay the same, but you’ve reached a new level in maturity. You can look and laugh at some of the things you see because you see naivety but at one point you were just as naive. It’s like you’ve become a new person, or rather, the person you wanted to be.
While talking to Lauren about the very subject of perspective change due to maturity, it sank in; I'm growing up. I'm no longer tied down to the childish habits I used to be prisoner of, and I've seen to take a more serious approach to work, school, friends, and life in general. I don't let small things bother me and I keep my priorities in line. I begin to notice how far I've come; I've taken what I've learned and seriously applied it in all aspects of my life. I'm emerging more confident, more stable, more outgoing. I've branched out from my typical circle to be friends with as many people as possible. And it's made life taste sweeter than the first ripe peach in summer.
The more I try to run from it the harder it hits me; I know where I'm going. There is not a shred of doubt anymore of where I plan to go and who I will become. I've known for a while but I always attempted to push it out of my denial-craving mind, thinking that I had other options. But the more I tried to walk away from the idea, the more it pursued me. I should expect that though; I've asked God countless times to guide me where to go in life, and the second I get the answer, I try to pass it off as if I haven't. I suppose it's fear in a sense. I'm no longer just pushing toward "whatever", I'm moving toward a goal, a destination which I know see.
I want to be a youth pastor. It shouldn't really surprise you much; I constantly have this desire to help people and I just seem to connect with others when it comes to helping them with their issues. You all know how much I love Church and just soaking in the Word and trying to learn more about myself through God. My goal for a long time was to change the world somehow, to make an impact. I wanted to be a revolutionary, so to speak, leading the ones lost to the path and showing them life is more than failed relationships and stress-induced depression. If I started to minister to the youth, to those who can understand where I'm coming from and learn from my own mistakes, I could spark change. I want to go to them; and tell them God loves them, no matter what. The young today long to be loved, to be accepted, to feel like they matter. I never felt like I mattered until I felt the love of God. I was a kid trying to make it in the wrong way. If I can get one kid, just one, to understand that, then maybe he'll grow to spread that love to another.
I'll change the world, one person at a time.
I've been trying to see if there was another path for me. The more I search, the more I see that I can go to any college, get any degree, be anything I want. I could make millions of dollars, and I'm not kidding. I could reach the top of any industry I want; but doing the same job day in and day out, it doesn't suit me. I like to see progress, I love to see change. If I minister, I'll see change, I'll mentor and raise a generation of moral people. I can do that, and deep down I know the impact I'm capable of is huge.
I still don't know, but the more I try to search outside of it, the more it calls me back.
No High Fives - Am I Right?
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