I feel as if I am trying to prove to myself who I am, I want to be the best, and it hurts so much when people don’t interpret me for what I am. Not necessarily who I am, but what I am. To me they are the same on an essential level. I have so many goals to be created in the mind's eye, as well as aspiration along with waves of doubt that I feel I will never repudiate.

Life: is so precious. Each and every breath, you think, could I, should I, why don’t I, how do I. Life is given and taken in one simple breath. Why is it so hard to share it, without any convictions? I love you dose not mean a thing in the times we are in. It is a passive phrase that usually holds no meaning behind it, or an alternative meaning lying underneath what the speaker is interpreting to say. You are saying? I am hearing! This is what we play in our common daily life. It should be considered to be that Motto of all human beings. With the speaker meaning one thing and the receiver accepting a completely different meaning. Clarity, the puzzle of life, the love of a dreamers life.

I am a dreamer, I like to stop and smell the fresh air, the wind blow my hair across my cheek. I love the feel of water on my skin, in my body. Serenity of the environment, in which I escape to think, wish, hope and dream. Images from the mind of things yet to come, things yet to proceed, desideratum and remorse. I want so much. I demand a great deal from myself and from others. I don’t want to settle for something that I know can procure. High maintenance, Low demand. That has always been something I felt inside. Life is so hard to maintain. It requires a lot of attention and desire, willingness to learn, change, be open to others thoughts and opinions. Low demands, require little, and expect nothing without compromising quality for convince.