Smolita

Listen to this song while reading.



Damn I am sleepy. I completely overslept. Although I will admit I am enjoying my time off. I was slightly burnt out on my classes from the past semester. Today, at three, I will be returning to my wonderful Grandmother's house. I hope, there, I will stop having freaky ass dreams. Sheesh.

Sitting here in Laura's bed (I sleep in it when she isn't here... Lol), I was thinking about all the things that make me worry. All the things that make us worry. In the end do any of these petty things matter? Does it matter if I get a C or a B or an A in a class? Sure. Perhaps it would change what path I take in life, even if it were to mold that path only a little bit. My point is if I did receive a bad grade it would change my course but not necessarily for the worst. I'm not saying not to try. My dad has always taught me to try my best no matter what. My point is the idea of a stressing over the best grade. I could easily try my best and get a C, it would mean the class was hard. However despite grades, this applies to anything in life. We worry and we worry and we stress about what we don't have, what we want. It's like a race we are trying to finish. But at the end I think most will realize it's not what you had or what you accomplished, but if you enjoyed it. If you lived in the moment and appreciated what you had each moment. If you accepted your life as it was. No matter what situation anyone is in, if you're a lawyer or a doctor or simply a garbage man, it's what make you make of your life that makes it rich. Acceptance brings happiness. Not success. Not money.

Anyways.
I am excited for Christmas.
Song: "Reckoner" by Radiohead