gundamfury

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Thinking about strength within, and the desire of it, and the need for it. I've been thinking about being different, but yet still being the same. Most of all, I've been thinking of how people like to hold each other down, especially when you most need to stand up. I've been thinking that my inner strength doesn't come from my desire to be different, but from the reality that I am different. On both side of my family, there are two kinds of people. There's everybody else, and then there's me. I was thinking earlier that I used to be such a child about some things. And that acting serious, and steadfast all the time, doesn't make you and adult. It's the way you take to life, and handle yourself in each situation that helps to make that observation. I may not act like the perfect picture of adulthood all the time, but I damn-well know that I am more of an adult, and more of a man that most people I know my age (or close to my age). but, that doesn't mean that there aren't thousands of lessons for me to learn still. I would never boast of that impossibility. I don't know what has gotten me to think about all of this, but the fact is that I have been thinking about it. That's what's important.