wouldnt it be much easier if you got a letter in the mail when you were seventeen ( which i dont and im turning eighteen ), signed by someone who had a direct pipeline to ultimate meaning in life, telling you exactly who you are and what your true destiny is?

then you could carry this letter around in your pocket, with you every single second. and when you got confused or distracted and suddenly feel all melted down, youd reach for your wallet and grab the letter and read it again and go "oh, yes".

it beats the purpose of idling around and waiting for light to shed on us. if youd ask me, i dont know where ill be - 10 years down the road.

i gave myself some timeoff school today and headed home early. the coughs and the sneezes sure did not have any remedy yet i started to thank god for everything that has happened throughout the years. i came across the escapism for many and all thats been said or screamed at and noticed the amount of criticisms, lies, hatred residing amongst all of them.

we all have to learn our lessons early. we all know that. and i personally had to blunder through my old world for a tenth of a century before it even began to dawn upon me that ninety-nine times out of a hundred, people dont criticise themselves for anything - regardless how wrong it may be.

then i realised. criticism is futile because it puts a person on the defensive side and usually makes him strive to justify himself. criticism is dangerous, because it wounds a person's precious pride, hurts his sense of importance, and arouses resentment.

we all know that yet many still do it. why?