I’m sick of people getting sick. I’m sick of people dying. I’m sick of all this shit hitting close to home and bringing up things that would be much better left swept under the rug. Half the time lately I’ve been waiting for that phone call from either parent: that my dad’s plane crashed. Or my mom got sick again. Terminating circumstances. I don’t like how it feels whatsoever.

Also, I find it very hard to stand when insecure people cling so vehemently to their false identity, or a false element of their identity. Faux confidence I could call it. Portraying and pushing a certain element that in reality, is just a blatant cry for validation and attention. If one carries a certain level of humility about it, it remains a modest part of someones character & life. Actions do speak louder than words, and I also fall victim to this, and I feel that i am learning to accurately speak my mind honesty, b/c if I do that, then my actions and my words and my intention will all be in sync, and that to me, creates peace within ones self.

Random thoughts for the day got distracted with logo design for a friend. Maybe I will reopen this can of worms another time. Until then I’ll just enjoy my last planet Monday of 2008.