Lion King's "Circle of Life"

Everyone needs a little pep talk to get you going again. Either after some sort of failure, fight, or loss. Something usually in the bad will haunt us. Then strike us unaware. if we don't keep on our toes, and stay teady to our beaten path, then we may just as well hang it all.
But;
If you consider being the homosapien that sits at hoem every saturday night, watching your favourite soaps.... or..whatever; then your beaten path isn't much fun. deer trails are what gives life some amusement, some laughs, tears, sometimes even love will come by our way if take the risk of a few thorny scratches just to bear the experiences by traveling that little deer trail that leads just over yonder.

When we hit the wrong days, wrong roads, we just have to keep on trekkin'. The answer simply isn't going to just present it's self! You must find the way to resolve the issue of demand. Tears or complaints are just aids to insanity. the only truth you can find will be in the prescence of The Lord, God. Otherwise, wishing you the best.

Much doubt dims behind our steps of success. Never worry over tomorrow, or you will soon be seeing the point of thos coffin flyers, and insurance plans. To base your mind on the simplicity of things will sort your mind and life considerable. These overloaded times hit us when we are at our most vunerable. Stress and complex, commanding duties reserve only our minds for just so long, after being broken down time after time, success trailing with the prices and more stress only gets us lower after a hard day's work done. What is this proving to the world?

Nothing. noda. Simply dittly-squat!

Is that what we are out to achieve? The approval of others, peers, friends, family, the high society? Well guess what.. In your achievements, they also make goals and succeed them. Fortunately for everybody in your surroundings, events will not include you forever. As time passes, we age, and die. Are you going to leave a legacy behind of greatness? Isn't this what the world is pleading?

Forget the others.

What matters is the end results. If you die today, what have you done in success? School acheived? Promotions? Child-bearing, and rearing? Somebody you love?
What about the little things you've had the most pride in? What are the considerations for the little things that have affected others so greatly? You may never learn what you have done for others and the grapevine continues.

This simple step of prickling motovation may help everybody in the surrounding, and you continue to ignore the lecture givin. I am fine. i love the life I have, and hold the highest pride. Do you, Is this what you really care about? Yourself?

Hmm. I am quite sleepy and shall leave off for now my dear reazders. thank you all, Goodnight.

Motavation is a hard thing to come by. it is like a small stone found in the forrest, somehting of some quality to you because you found it; and you wanted enogh to consider it special, beautiful. Let's say that this objects, the stone, round and perfect to the eye, becomes lost. There isn't much time invested to become worried over it's loss, and the care simply evaporates. To me, my sewlf esteem and motavation persistantly low, it seems to me that collections of those rocks pile up, gathering dust, and remaining grimy. Full of the origional dirt left in the creases. I do not care to clean the specks from the precious find; Instead, I will leave this in the windowsill, further to me moved to the desk, as it makes it's travel throughout the room, maybe even the house, I realize the idle nonsense in keeping the rock, and eventually it resumes it's natural settings once again.

My motavionion, (and dandy spelling as you can see) steps off of the porchsite as soon as an inkling of doubt shadows the mind, and heart. Not ever to certian, nor confident, I resume the pity and careless state learned to me quite early on. This repeated lifestyle shows up it's head numerous different times, always the doubt of "Am I good enough, If I am trying, Who will care?" Hardly this exact phrase is stated or even crossing my mind, but I ahave come to see that this is the question I am taunting my spirits with. 'Who will care?' recently, my Chemistry class had gotten th better of my happy spirits down, put out. I was drawn upon realization only a day after my failing test reappeared to me, and I shuddered once again. I can say I did my best in learning the material, but I was only worried about being the last to finnish up the given quiz of that one day. Hence bestowing upon me great fear of rejection and judging. this following day I was asked my differences, I stated nothing of fear for revealance. In my stead, I studied for the second quiz to be had, put my heart back in to motovation for myself, and constructed what I believe some self-esteem!

Perhaps I have a disease. Bi-Polar something or other? Yes, that just sounds just so reassuring to myself. In this sarcasm, I roll my eyes and decide that my point is not yet constructed, and shall continue my lecture on tomorrow's eve. Goodnight my readers.

Pull you up by the bootstraps!

la‧zy  /ˈleɪzi/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[ley-zee] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation adjective, -zi‧er, -zi‧est, verb, -zied, -zy‧ing.

–adjective

1.	averse or disinclined to work, activity, or exertion; indolent.

2.	causing idleness or indolence: a hot, lazy afternoon.

3.	slow-moving; sluggish: a lazy stream.

4.	(of a livestock brand) placed on its side instead of upright.

–verb (used without object)

5.

to laze.

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[Origin: 1540–50; cf. LG lasich languid, idle]

—Related forms

la‧zi‧ly, adverb

la‧zi‧ness, noun

la‧zy‧ish, adjective

—Synonyms 1. slothful. See idle. 3. inert, inactive, torpid.

—Antonyms 1. industrious. 3. quick.

I think that everyone has their lazy days, pijama day relaxed back and watchin a goodie chick-flick. The hours loll by without much notice of where the time has gone to? Well. I am probably having this polar lifestyle chance to see both sides of this conclusion of a 'lazy day'. Now. I have a good lady friend I have met through riding and sitting her horses every so often. Now I am a daughter to her. Our bond is so close, a friendship a mother would only hope for with their teenage child(ren). This life that my lady friend, Lisa, leads is quite busy. she involves herself with so much, she hardly has grip on the time alone. The main issues she worries over is all time. In her life there just isn't enough time to do everything. endless barn, and house chores; her adopted son currently just turned three. He's another little wild fire she has to consider and make exceedingly amount time played into her life now. The weekends are usually the time I get tot spend time with her. This is usually consists of a Friday night sleepover, when Saturday is wisked away, morning of barn chores around eight-thirty, nine. With breakfast served at noon, and something to rush of to or get done, recreation is seldom a weekend thrill.

This speedy lifestyle is not what I usually conquer.

Rather, the life I conveintly enjoy, I am noticing is slipping away ever so speedily in its self. My saturdays spent at home are clamer, usually stirring up a special something; dessert-wise. After a few necessary chores to be done, such as vaccuming or tiding up the bathrooms, we perhaps may watch some movies rented, or go for a family outing to the lake or dine out one night. Of course, the parents often go out on a casual date to the theatre on Saturdays.

It is obvious that the comparason of words contained in each paragraph also tells us which lifestyle is harder to fall behind in. My time spent with my dear Lisa is most cherished, especially because this is a priveledge to get to join her. -Most like any friendship is considered.

I must say that I am finding myself fall behind rather in my life at home. Things are just too easy for the americans, that much is seen worldwide, and noticed much by others without much understanding.

Ah.. yes; My life is just too easy. Yet I all too often find myself complaining and worring over harder challenges. What will become of me when I am struck out to get a job to pay for the rent? What of it? Will I go homeless because I am another lazy american? Hehe.. I always wondered why there were just so many homeless. If America is just so rich and prosperous, then where did the homeles come from?!

I must find ways to better myself and to encourage myself to be better. In a way which I have not yet tired of yet. To boost my self reliance, and to characterize myself to be a great and noble person in the eyes of those who pass my road. I am challenging myself here in exhistance to be all the harder worker, and strive for thing that I cannot have eaisly.

And blah blah blah, I sound like a drone, huh? See you next time.