I have come to acknowledge and appreciate that most of my good fortunes and accomplishments have come along due to sheer luck. Which is fine by me, and I hope it continues. But now that I think about it, I don’t think I can ever justify putting ‘hard worker’ on a resume ever again. Cause it’s just not something I do. I act (spontaneous), but don’t work; I complicate, but don’t think. To me, these aren’t flaws; just quirks. And best of which is that I am lucky. And the way I justify this is that I have a great life. Hardly any complaints at all. But I haven’t done anything really to get me here. Thus, good luck or fate or God or whatever. Some higher power.
But I’m ready to create for myself. Key words: for myself. I’m sick of basing my happiness off of relationships either friendships or dating. That’s how I get hurt or how I hurt other people. I’ve had some luck, but I’ve also had droughts. And I’m fine with that; that’s life. Where I begin to have issues is when I start going through stages of depression due to the fact that I haven’t felt companionship for however long. It’s not healthy, and I’m above that.
Thus, the deejaying I mentioned in my previous post. Its a hobby for myself, that I will enjoy. Because I should be happy when I feel I should be happy.