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They often say that smart people learn from their mistakes, but the wise learn from others. I think that ‘til this day everything has proved this point… in many different ways. I live by this quote… well, at least I try to. Actually, I thank god in many different ways for all the experiences that I been able to have, see and experience in this live. I’m thankful… I really am. I’m glad I have average challenges and I’m glad my life is not that easy also. I think that makes me stronger … in numerous and different ways.
Many other people have it really tough though. Neighbors, friends… family; if you really look around, if you analyze you might get what I’m trying to explicate. Anyways, [going back to the original message] I’m glad I’m me. Why? Well because at least I don’t have to deal with things like my friends do… [You know the usual] drugs… weed, coke…sex, drama, sneaking out, hiding, stealing, cops, running away from home…etc. Regardless what I do, everything seems normal, nothing surprises me anymore (I’m glad actually), I mean the world is not getting any better, so why not see it the way it is? Yeah, my friends might NOW be cool, but I really hope they get to have a “cool” FUTURE. I hope they keep enjoying life without its consequences, I hope it doesn’t come back to them. I hope they stop at some point too. Most of them are too smart, too talented, too funny, too … too them. I would hate to see them in the streets a few years from now, you know, asking for money or selling themselves for drugs or alcohol. Neh, nothing is perfect, nothing is planned… we can try to make things happen for ourselves, but we can’t always make things happen for others. See… that would break the whole purpose of life and it would go against the rules of learning and teaching. I like to think that if they’re under that circumstance is for a reason which they have to learn to overcome themselves in order for them to learn the lesson. Yeah… sometimes helping them is part of our mission; sometimes I think I help too much. Too often also. I have problems of my own, you know. I said I liked being me… I never said I was perfect. If that was the case I probably wouldn’t be writing this …