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I’ve been in a constant battle with myself as to what I want to do with my life, with myself. I had a conversation with an old co-worker of mine and he, like everyone else I vent my concerns to, told me “You’re young. You have time.” I guess. I can’t help but feel like I don’t have time.

I’m struggling with my career path. Rejections are starting to fester within me, telling me “You’re not good enough, JQ. Sorry.” It’s so rough. I’m having such a hard time believing in myself and staying true to what I want to do. I WORK SO FUCKING HARD, I WANT IT SO BAD, I’M STILL NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I’m no where near where I wanted to be, and I’m starting to question if I’ll even get close. 

Maybe it’s the timing. Wrong place, wrong time. Maybe I need to step back and re-evaluate my goals and my future. Leap of faith? Maybe. But damn, what else am I supposed to do?!

This was something I read somewhere, I wrote it down and I try to keep it in mind: 

Do you think the world would change for the better, if we just showed each other acts of kindness? It can be as small as saying “Good Morning” to a stranger, offer to carry groceries to someone in need, call/write a thank you letter to someone whose made an impact in your life - to bigger things like volunteer your time to help the elderly, less fortunate, donating money to a cause you believe in, etc. I strongly do and as a follower of Einstein, “Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile” this quote sums it up. The more fortunate we are, I feel the bigger the responsibility we have in this society. ”

Help.

travieeruks:

king-emare:

coconutoil97:

the essentials fa life in ny

word

Golden krust how i miss you

This feeling…

of not being good enough. All too familiar.

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jeremypassion:

Done.

Beautiful things come out of horrible situations. I know for a fact. Out of sadness you get a new found wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds, how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a whole new way. And that may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to accept, but it is so damn beautiful if you really take the chance to realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every beat it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent and it is such a blessing to be able to feel what you feel. You just have to think about it.

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zzbbtt:

i dont think i’ll ever stop reblogging this shit

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Jul 4

iaintgotnoreason:

cumberbuddy:

gvacamolly:

petitbear:

skittleoakley:

Daughter tells her Dad he’s going to be a Grandpa [x]

When he says “really” ;’)

Never leave this un-reblogged

What a dear human being he is. 

Omg

Jul 2

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Jul 2
moretothepicturethanmeetstheeye:

flyypizza:

nobodyontheice:

crystal-poison:

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an african tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took eachothers hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.
When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the others are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are)”

Literally the opposite of the American world view of “I can only be happy if somebody else has less than me”

This is beautiful

Seconded.

moretothepicturethanmeetstheeye:

flyypizza:

nobodyontheice:

crystal-poison:

“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an african tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took eachothers hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.

When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the others are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are)”

Literally the opposite of the American world view of “I can only be happy if somebody else has less than me”

This is beautiful

Seconded.

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