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Death & Rebirth
Death is one of those things that is hardly ever looked upon with a positive attitude. Whether it’s the death of a loved one or a relationship, death is just sad, plain and simple. I think even what I’m about to write about is sad in a certain context, and that’s coming from the one who considers it a good thing. Just remember, regardless of the result, death shouldn’t be taken lightly.
Interest
I can’t remember a time in my life where I wasn’t enthusiastic about something. I bet even during my birth I was interested in the bright lights blaring into my eyes. I just always found myself interested in something growing up. From skateboarding, video games, guitar, technology, cars, languages, the list goes on and on. I would find something that peaked my interest and I would spend countless hours diving into the knowledge that surrounded these things. I found such joy from learning something new about the topic. A little grin would grow on my face at every mention of my interest. I thought I had figured out my calling in life, I thought that this was clearly the thing that I’m meant to pursue throughout the remainder of my life, no question about it. Until the question was actually asked.
The Question
I found myself juggling dozens of different interest, never being able to commit to one or the other, eventually my time was so…
