wmp: bush, letting the cables sleep (now remix)

i sit here. feeling slightly hungry. letting rampant thoughts flow. as well as the same song. being played over & over.

i remember starting out in life as a wild, reckless kid. then quaint, socially inept. and now? slightly more confident. a better grip, perhaps.

the biggest trouble with me is that i like to be the best there is at whatever i do. i've to let loose. lighten up. and be myself. its something i've struggled with for a long while.

i read a very insightful paragraph somewhere online. it describes my thoughts and feelings exactly. as it sinks in, i get the goosepimples. in some way, i feel shaped already. i wonder exactly where will all this lead to in the end. i wonder hard. its like nothing i've had before. i want to believe in this.

sometimes i refuse to believe in coincidence and chance. its times like these that i thank Him for all the right calls i've made along my way, and, if i screw things up, or pass on blatant openings just because i'm too afraid to do anything, the second chances. there've been far too many. even if they are for all the small things...