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I have another blog and I'm not familiar with how to post a picture successfully. I'm taking some time out to practice here.

Building A Foundation

Life's no cake walk. There's a certain rigor that comes with the day to day grind. In my attempts to learn an effective and efficient way to make it through a day, I've used certain steps that seemed to have compiled into a sturdy foundation. Today I've found a sense of pride in my ability to process and observe in order to evolve into a smarter and more able person. Throughout my young years, I feel I've created a standard good for me and the goals and creeds I try to live by. One can only take life a day at a time.

Take The Good With The Bad

Good days and bad days, everyone has them. But I make sure that every time I'm having a good day I take out time to stop and smell the roses. It's become like second nature to me. I've found in my young life that there's no better feeling than to be thankful for a full, productive and interesting day. A good day when you've learned something; about others or yourself. Try to be personable. Like the interaction between human beings. Practice it, make it your craft, and I'm sure it'll take you places you've never imagined. There's no person who is unlovable, just people who don't know how to handle that love.

Redemption

I am a high school drop out. I understand the stigmas that come with that title. But for the first time in a while, I was able to explain my side of the story. I took part in a meeting that aimed to find preventive methods for other students that planned on prematurely leaving school. I was part of a 8 person panel aloud to discuss its reasoning and opinions when considering dropping out. With a microphone in my hand, the inner most feelings about the complexities I faced in my high school years were released into the open air. Some of my deepest secrets were revealed and exposed for public analysis and examination. I decided internally that the truth behind my high school problems could somehow prevent another student from leaving without firstly digging deep within him or herself. I drove home feeling justified and content. Everyone has their own path and makes their own choices. It's the reasons that differ.

Fathers

What is a boy to do? My life is forced to be lived as if my father never exsisted. Not because I choose not to talk to him. But because he chooses to avoid me. I call when I know he's home...no answer. I leave messages with my phone number...no response. The only way he'll contact me is on the internet. It makes me wonder if I've hurt him in some way. There's nothing more that a boy needs more than his father. I need someone to emulate. I need a role model that isn't famous. I need guidelines and advice about being a man. You can only learn so much from books and television. I had never met my dad until I was three. For my fifth birthday my father gave me his last name. I've always loved my last name. There's no advice I can hear that would obsolve the confusion and pain that comes with the current state of our relationship. Pray for me.

Faith

Where do people go when they die? Some may say nothing happens. Some may say you meet your judgement. Regardless of your answer, you are faithful of what happens. Faith is a universal thing; whether you're religious or not. But when considering the impact a person can have, both negatively and positively, it further motivates me to believe that something has to happen after you're time on earth is done. How can a man or woman who improves this world go without being redeemed with the pride or peace for their contributions? How can a mass murderer be given an easy ticket for escape by death after comitting unspeakable acts of evil? Is murder a justified act? Are ethics and morality just a fad? Choose or don't. In either case you're faithful in your answer, even if you don't have one.

Acquiring New Vision

I've enhanced my point of view. Not only am I a keenly observant person, I've added a second element to my opinion. Driving through the heart of my town, I felt something I never had before. I could feel the pain and sorrow of those around me. Even if just for a moment, I felt in sync with those around me and their constant struggle for bettermant. It's exciting; making progress like this. Afterall, home is where you make it. I got the overwhelming sense that we were all linked, and in that observation I drew a new sense of comfort; a deeper love for my home and community. Tragedies and disasters happen everyday, but it's those who keep pushing and inspiring that make a place worth its praise.