Restless Soul

Okay, so I promised myself that I would post something up today. I wish I could write right when I feel like I should because if I wait any later I lose my momentum and adrenaline. I’m at a stump and it’s because I didn’t write earlier when I was in the moment. Well, enough of my lagging. I find myself better able to study and do homework when I get all the thoughts out of my head and cleared.

I had so many great moments today and it’s not to gloat or boast about it, but more rather to share. These past couple of days helped me get closer and closer to my reality. My reality showing my growth. I feel like to share what I have to say about my life is more of a way to help another recognize their own. I always say that even though I probably can’t make a change on a global scale, I hope to touch the lives of those around me one way or another. I guess I’m just so full of emotion, passion, heart, and love that I just feel like it’s only fair that I share it. If I don’t then I just don’t think I’d be doing my part.

After finishing my hip hop dance final, reality started to seep in a little more (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efoI9VASHng&feature=channel_video_title). The end of my CSULB-er days is near and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit more emotional about it. I feel like the biggest nerd because of how empowering I get when I think about or reflect upon my life.

HipHop Dance class with Tim Stevenson (left). Me (white pants) and some chill folks, all of which I'll miss.

Today was really weird actually because as I was walking towards the bookstore, some random guy asked me if I was listening to a phone call from the school about a woman who died in an elevator of the Foundation building. (http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2011/12/cal-state-long-beach-elevator.html) Tragic, spooky, weird, sad, and unfortunate for this to happen. I was trippin’ out when this random guy asked me about it. I searched it up as soon as I could and just read an email sent from our school.

After learning about the incident, I started realizing how insanely short our lives are. I mean time and time again, it’s been said over and over again. How much of it do we really take this saying into consideration? Sure, we can only preach what we say so much, but what good does it do if we don’t act on it? Why not “practice what we preach?” The way I see it, I think we shouldn’t preach what we don’t practice. I know it’s redundant and cliche,  but why not take this moment here on out and move forward with a new approach to life?

Living positively is a new lifestyle that I’m adjusting to. Sure, there have been times in the past when I was positive, but I was inconsistent about it. I don’t see what you have to lose about changing your outlook on life to be much more positive. I can say that the me even a few months ago was still a lot more negative. To finally allow myself to breathe and take everything in day by day is an amazing thing. I hope that I inspire that spark in you because everyone is capable if they allow it.

I don’t flaunt my happiness, positivity, or love to be boastful. Rather, I send those vibes because it’s worth it. Of course, I have my bad days, I’m not saying that I don’t have my bad days. I think everyone deserves a chance and if you messed up in the past, why not turn around and say you’ll do it differently this time? I don’t think it’s too late.

Since I took too long to post this, I’m actually going to break up my topics in separate posts because I need to get to homework and studying.

Thanks for taking the time to read my ramblings! Good day all!

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