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The Perception Within


Life is hard. Everyday we wake up and think, "Damn another day of work, or school." Not sure if what we do is actually making a difference in the world. Life is hard. BUT. Life is exciting. New freindships. New opportunities. New beginnings. You see, if you focus on what the point of your existence is in a negative way then you're hanging aroud negative people. If you focus on what the point of your existence is in a positive way then your outlook on life is..positive. Sometmes the beliefs you believe become bamboozled by the bums you bring into your bubble. Sometimes we surround ourselves with certain specimen that serve us with a sensational sense of satisfaction. Sweet Satisfaction? Sickening Satisfaction? Whatever works with what one wants in their world. For me, life is hard. BUT. Allowing myself to be surrounded by super sight seekers and vitle visionaries allows my life to become uplifting and fulfiling. Allowing myself to see the world through the eyes of my mentors and my fellow friends is what drives me to a life of pure AWESOMENESS. When life makes me mad and when life makes me sad; I look to my God or my mom and my dad. I look to my friends and my my teachers I had, who saw something in me that I didn't see. I look to the ones who always encuraged me to be who I am and let no one stop me. But then there are times when I start to doubt, who I am what I am and what my life is about. I get lost with the world, I bring bums in my bubble. The bamboozle of bullies that add on to my struggle. Those are the days that dawn on me now, but just for a second. For ONE second, the downing of the disasters distract the determination of deteriorating the demons that daunt me. For ONE Second the ignorance of impractical imposters irritate my skin. For ONE second I begin to question my quest for my crown to success. ONE Second. It only takes one seconds to fall back to old ways. BUT it takes one second to send a text. A few more to make a call. Maybe a minuite to get back off the ground. And a few minuites to cheer me up when I fall. Life is hard. It's even harder when you're alone. I surround myself with success in my circle. I persue people of possitivity. With my circle of success, I am success. With my group of greatness, I am great. You are who you suround yourself with and I surround myself with awesomeness. Life is hard. But with the help of my circle of success, and the support of my team. Everything. Is. Awesome. 

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