Why are we hardest on the ones we love most. The ones that love us without question and are with us through the tough times we feel we don’t have to worry about their feelings as much as strangers. When things are tough we worry more about the feelings of strangers than the ones that love us and we love. I know that I have been hard on a few specific people in my life that I should have been nicer to, but I wasn’t. I look back at some situations and I think to myself I was an a-hole. I wish I hadn’t been like that. I really do feel bad. I wish I could do something to show them how bad I feel. I don’t think I could ever say or do something that could take back what I have done. I unfortunatly I have to live with what I did. Like many things as of late… all I can do is learn from my mistakes, make myself better, and not let it happen again.
As I have left Arizona I have started to become my own man again, I think about those I left behind. Those that were there for me when I needed it. Many were there for me without question. I know my move was a good decision, but I sometimes feel that I abonended those in Arizona. I guess the best thing for me and those in Arizona is become strong and confident. I need to love who I am.
I realize that this post is random, but it was on my mind today. I needed to write about this.
Today is Saturday…do something you love.