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Name: Nic
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Birthday: 12/11/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: I like to do things like play b-ball and beat up my little brother and play catch with kitty cats (jk I never do that) and Elaine Marie Bradford is cool(she got me started in xanga bless her heart) and drinking apple juice in wine glasses and pretending it's hard alchohol. I try to make life my hobby.
Expertise: Everything
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Textiles
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/14/2003
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| Then the time come for you to be your own man and take on the world, and you did. But somewhere along the line, you changed. You stopped being you. You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you're no good. And when things got hard, you started looking for something to blame, like a big shadow. Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain't you! You're better than that!
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| They are raised to be dependent on their parents. The other side is raised to be strong, bold, go out and make us proud. They are more vulnerable, so naturally they are more likely to be sheltered. They use guilt trips, angry fits, and passive-aggressive tactics to keep each other around when they feel they are losing each other. Many of them are raised to believe they aren't good enough on their own, so that they don't just disappear with the wrong guy and make Mommy and Daddy sad. They are so afraid of this outcome. It's tragic, they never learn to be self-sufficient, be independent. It's very attractive when they don't ever really need you, when they have their own amazing thing going on all on their own and are completely confident without your constant reassurance.
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| Adversity can destroy us, it can tear us apart, but so can love I suppose. Adversity can turn great men into corrupted shadows of the one they were before. Adversity. It can build us up, it can bring us together. It's like fire, so much of it has destroyed beauty and greatness. When harnessed the right way, it fueled the state of the human race into a greater era, a higher standard of living.
Out here, some have wasted away with the time, others have only grown more determined as they feel more oppressed by the difficulties forced onto them by the real wastes of life and space. The things that break us down can also build us up. Being forced to delay so many of the easy, instant pleasures of good old American life has helped me to see the benefits that come out of hard work and sometimes unreasonable difficulty. I have decided to take this with me and build up the man I live everyday to become.
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| The distance between me and home feels like it grows with time. Words seem more pleasant, when you make them rhyme. I wish I could, just on a dime. I wish my tongue, tasted like lime.
If actions speak louder then words, then wishes are never to be heard.
I can't wait to go home, because she'll be all mine.
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| "And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends"
If ignorance is bliss and curiosity killed the cat, then this cat is dying. Always on a thirst for knowledge in this world, but it seems with all the great knowledge and awareness of beautiful things in the world, comes a dark side, an awareness of atrocities, tragedies, and plague. Becoming aware is bittersweet. There is a lot of sad news out there. But with death comes life, one door closed is two doors open. A flower wilts and becomes fertilizer for a bed of flowers.
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