In the past month or two, ive written tons of blog posts and either gotten too tired or i would get sidetracked on what else i was doing. i love and miss writing. blogging is something important to me.

here it goes.

somethings, if not everything, you wish for just dont come true.

everytime a shooting star or another birthday passes me and i get to blow out candles, i make a wish. its not habit that has driven me but me and my hopeful thinking that a wish will come true. as much as i want to continue to believe this... wishes just dont come true. nothing has shown me otherwise.

i hate sounding like a downer or a "negative nancy" but the truth is our lives are a product not of what we have dreamt of. almost everyday of my life... i pictured myself happier. yet i feel this very mindset is why im here today. without this disappointing dynamic in life, i would lack the drive.

i was convinced that happiness is where you dream to be. false, happiness is reality. the only reason why you cant dream of what is in store for you in the future is because it's not something you can create with just your mind. reality is created by everything that is you. just yourself.