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Rocky Balboa

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 11:50:34 GMT

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!

Think I figured them out.

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 11:21:18 GMT

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.

Time Well Wasted

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 18:44:56 GMT

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.

Entrenched in Space

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 08:47:57 GMT

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.

Wonder

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 19:29:18 GMT

"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.

The strong and the weak

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 03:32:51 GMT

The men and women out here sacrificing their lives back home for up to a year or more at a time, are some of the greater people I've come to know in constitution of human spirit and heart , granted they aren't perfect, but they are taking on one of the greater challenges of their life, many of them sacrificing close to everything, for the betterment of others. We are expected to perform as close to flawless as humanly possible out here as lives are very often in the balance. All along the pathetic excuse for human beings we've put our trust in back home are exercising their greatest efforts only in their own selfish fulfillment. Eventually that means stealing from or cheating on the person who most reasonable people with even the slightest hint of a conscience would consider untouchable in a world of justice and karma. With each new instance of this offense against my close brothers and sisters I feel more sick and lose more faith in the good of mankind only to be revived by the genuine spirit of the victim who in so many cases, under the worst of circumstances, when those he thought were closest to him have taken advantage of him, rise above it and become even more determined to better themselves through this gauntlet of bullshit.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 16:33:39 GMT

"Rape me
Rape me, my friend
Rape me
Rape me again"
-Nirvana

balance

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 21:00:34 GMT

There are two types of people; the sickening, histrionic, narcissistic leaches who blame everyone else for their problems and the everyday tragedies, the depressing, soap operatic, black holes we run into everyday who blame themselves for everything, that they are messed up beyond any way us "normal" people could possibly ever understand. It's safe to be overly self-conscious of our own shortcomings and their depreciating effects on all the efforts around us to accomplish something in a world where time and corrosion are inevitable. It's an easy blindfold to wear in a scary world, eating, digesting, and developing into the lies we've been fed our whole life that we are near perfect and Mommy and Daddy have given us all we need and every other corrupted being ruining the scenery of our wouldbe picture-perfect life are to blame for anything we've initiated that has become disfigured seemingly through the bumbling hands of the uninitiated to such perfection and to such precision.

It wouldn't be prudent, however, or truly mature, for that matter, to paint a picture of a world so black and white. I have only aspired, through this humble weblog, to stress the point of two classic pictures of everyday life that may reflect a dominant aspect of how we behave and judge our own actions. Are you the tragedy or the leach? My guess is neither definitively, but upon a simple and extra amount of observation it may be found that one has become your downfall more then the other. True actuation of an individual's potential comes from a strenuous and carefully developed ability to balance both these perspectives of unwavering confidence and conscientious awareness of self. Few discover the true profundities of the inequalities of their personality and even fewer master this. I do not presume to even reason that I have ventured such a conquest into self-discovery, but I simply wanted to share this intriguing and passing thought of mine so that maybe someone else could gain more then I have from this insight.

Selfish Sacrifice

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 07:48:17 GMT

Time, more time, more time. It goes faster and faster with each passing second, our comprehension of time always changing as our scope of existence grows to include all the time we've been as conscious human beings. I've wasted so much time, wasted so much on stupid people, wasted so much on empty endeavors, and now here I am, some would call it a waste, but when we go home and celebrate, we call it a sacrifice. I'm wasting time, not because I have nothing better going on for myself, not because I don't posses the constitution of human depth or strength to actually better myself, but I sacrifice this time so other people don't have to, so other people can live at home, go to a comfy job, eat out and gorge on decadently fattening foods, spend evenings sulking in mindlessly entertaining forms of amusement, and retiring from a pretty swell day with your beautiful significant other, laying next to someone of the opposite sex! Heck ya. The jokes on you though, I found something out here far more valuable. The joke is on all you bastards who fuck us over in all your selfish and retarded ways. The impulse to see the world in the sphere of karma seems to have grown beyond my control, you rob someone, steal their girl, spend all their money... they have something you will never have, you will die, pathetic and empty, searching for what you thought you could steal, we will die knowing that through the adversity caused by terrorists and an even worse enemy, the one we thought was our brother, who took advantage of us because at the time it was so easy and their will was as weak and pathetic as they are, we have become stronger, we become better men and woman, with greater depth of mental and spiritual composition then most people ever live to know.It's priceless, invaluable, you can't withdraw that from our account, you can't break into our house and steal that, you can't take advantage of it's weakened will caused by separation anxiety and seduce it into being yours, you will never have it, you've condemned yourself for life to being a pathetic waste of time. So, go ahead and fucking rape me, this twisted masochistic pleasure has become my friend, there when you're not.

Passive-Agressive Bullshit

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 08:22:33 GMT

Wake up and face me, don't play dead, cause maybe, someday I'll walk away and say, you fucking dissapoint me, maybe you're better off this way.