20. Costa Rican. Born in NJ. Live in GA, USA. Goes to GSU.
Random posts/re-blogs about music, college, japan, anime, and shit I like. Fucks with me, yes?
I’ve always been told “Do what makes you happy” and “live your life to the fullest!”
What a bunch of shit.
My passions have always been music and travel. But that’s not what makes me feel alive.Not what gives me a true purpose. it only gives me things to do while I live.
I feel like my purpose is simply, be where I am needed most, use the power and strength I have to benefit myself for/and those around me. Maybe that’s what it means to be a man.
I’ve always been more of the timid kind. Not exactly shy as I used to be but calm, reserved. Until I see things that trigger my mind to run, adrenaline rush. For what? To help those I see suffering.
I don’t know why I do it but it just comes into instinct. Like when my very good friend jumped off a bridge into the Chattahoochee and went into cold shock. I swam into that freezing water to get him the fuck out.
Or the time I witnessed a truck slam into a minivan. I pulled my car over to find the driver with a broken wrist bleeding and telling her to stay calm until the ambulance arrived.
The time I got hit from behind while at a red light and jumped out the car to get the man away from broken glass and metal.
Or even just an old lady waiting in the sun. I offered my hat and a smile.
People look at me and have doubts but i recognize my own worth and value. I know what I am capable of which is why I present myself in such a way.
As men, we are to use our power for benefit, not fear. Fathers of families do not beat their wives and ignore their kids. The wife symbolizes life, the children are your future. Doing so destroys your life and your future. Know where you are needed the most. On a side note, the mothers who take care of both jobs I salute you. The struggle and suffering I’ve seen you all go through. Not even an army can train for that battle.
I’ve been in the deepest hole where I was just waiting to die but I dug myself out years ago. And I’ve done it all on my own. I’ve always been alone with these experiences. Getting myself lost and finding my way out. I never really fully relate to any of my friends. My closest family is my sister and parents. but even then I try to keep my sister away from all the things I’ve seen. It will be inevitable however since she’s at the stage where she will have to start blossoming into the great woman. But even then I can’t relate the things I’ve experienced to her. I’m on my own. Just as I had told myself 3 years ago after my relationship ended. Find my purpose and keep going.
Well I’m starting to think I found my purpose and once again I’ll tell myself, I’m on own, with my head held high, eyes squinted as I follow the sun.@1 day ago
Something I’ve always been afraid of. My one Achilles’s heel. Love. I never knew what it was supposed to feel like. Look like. Never told anyone before I was truly in love. My family rarely ever uses the term. It’s the only thing I regret waiting so long to say. Because I was in love all this time. And now I’m a complete fuck up. Stupid poison.@1 day ago