morning thoughts racing through my mind...

planning my day on a computer screen

banana down. 2 miles to go. let's make it 3? we'll see.

laundry is my least favorite thing to do, but smelling nice takes priority.

late nights. long conversations.

jealousy.

we were born to play this game, but i'm forgetting why it used to be so fun.

if you have what you need, then why embark on my territory?

aren't we all just trying to be happy? trying to find ourselves? trying to put together this lifelong puzzle?
do you believe in fate?

i go back and forth with this one.

i do believe in positive thinking.

i also believe that i'm not as good at it as most people think i am, but if i gave in and stopped, i'd be a total wreck. this is my strongest effort at happiness.

this is a trial and error period with error being most prominent.

do you believe in zen?

i believe in zen tea.

i also believe in starbucks iced coffee at this hour, or at any.

sarcasm and innocent flirting can be misconstrued over late nite text conversations.

there's a fine line, but i'm never afraid to walk it.

life's not worth living if doing it at a distance.

i want to feel love, but until then, i don't want to miss out on pain, misery, mistakes, disappointment, fear, regret or the occasional amazing night.

let's make them all amazing.

let's all stop wanting perfection and start enjoying each other.

let's stop talking about breaking hearts and focus on mending smiles.

let's get to the point where we are happy with our progress and not jaded by our lack of unfulfilled dreams.

if we achieve it all, what's left to do?

in a perfect world, nothing would be perfect.

constant tranquility results in laziness; and that can't be good for a growing soul.

there's no winner without a loser.

there's no happiness without sorrow.

there's no success without being less than that before you achieve it.

what's exciting about an even keel?

what's exciting about a ladder?

everything.

i'm not sure where i'm at, but i am sure how far this reaches and i'm keen on infinite possibilities, just as we all were in 4th grade when we learned that numbers never end.

maybe i'd like numbers better if i learned to count my blessings instead of my wealth.

there's value in us all and value in the things we can never put a price on.

if i started to appraise myself in friends, memories, once-in-a-lifetime moments, songs, laughs, understanding glances, brushes with 'fate,' dance beats, xo's, late night convos, dreams that have come true, and ones that have yet to be manifested, respect, opportunity and the promise of tomorrow; then no matter where i may be, and the fact that the unknown is more exciting and promising than anything i plan my broken hearts around; then i might just wake up each morning with a smile on my face and a dream in my heart that pulls me forth with immeasurable possibility and the chance to smile on those long nights of sore feet, blaring beats slowly deafening my outward cries for attention, smoky rooms, beer soaked shoes, and cheeks laden with muscle pain from a heavy workout of teeth flashing and singing along to every word i live to quote and every line that i mumble through.

i live for the mornings accompanied by a raspy voice and ringing in my ears. for at that time, all is right in my world and i'm ready to compliment yours. xo