I dont know why
I try and try
But theres no strength left in I
I turn left, and then turn right
I feel I am lost without a light
There is no strength left in I
I rely on that “I” so much.
So much that I start most sentences with an I.
I
I
I
Identity starts with I.
That’s on who I rely.
Me, myself, and I.
But not matter what I do
There is no strength left in I
At end of I
There is nothing.
Ironic.
The good old days are not a phase in life in which things magically are perfect. It’s something you’re actively doing and creating as you live each day. Last week could have been the good old days if you lived them to the fullest. This last weekend even. Your life can be comprised of thousands upon thousands of “good ol’ days” but not if you continue to spend your life reminiscing of a time you thought things were perfect. The Good ol Days are now. The sooner you learn that nostalgia is a dirty rotten liar who insists things were better than they actually were, the better off you’ll be.
Is the Glass half full? Is the Glass half empty?
But doesn’t it depend? If you filled up the glass to the halfway point, wouldn’t you be more in inclined to say it is half full? But what if you filled it up and then poured out half? Now it seems half-empty. I guess how a person sees their glass depends on the circumstances around it and their particular glass… so maybe it’s not quite as simple as sorting people into optimists and pessimists. It’s true that maybe some of us are better at seeing the silver lining and others. Maybe some of us are natural born cynics. And maybe the human psych is just a little bit more complicated than that…
But all that being said don’t forget to drink your water in the first place. And I’d recommended doing it through a crazy straw. Cause those things are awesome.
By the Brooke 