Blah, Blah, Blah, Something About Effective Communication

I, myself, being mostly an introverted individual, sometimes find it difficult to communicate with the people around me. Some are familiar with using the term “filter” when it comes to censoring one’s thoughts before they reach the lips. This isn’t exactly what I have a problem with. I’m usually very well aware of what I’m saying, my difficulty is that my filter gets clogged and I find myself lacking words entirely.
Small talk is easy enough, however, the more intimate the conversation, the more impossible it becomes for me to properly transfer a thought into coherent words. More lately, I find myself choked up and on the verge of tears more than I’d like to admit, usually for no particular reason. In all honesty, I’m fairly hard on myself in a losing battle for a desire to be…

A desire to be what…?
Perfect? No.
Just… Accepted, adored even.

At this point, I’ll take what I can get.

As far as learning to communicate effectively, it all begins with slowing down my thoughts enough for my vocal cords to be able to keep up. Perhaps it has something to do with nerves. For all I know, one of my thoughts that go racing by could have been a million dollar idea. Who knows? Something to add to my list of things I need to work on to better myself.

In the mean time, I leave you with this:

Actions really are capable of speaking louder than words. If you say you’re going to do something, don’t make a liar out of yourself.

What is it About That Thing Called Life?

After incredible amounts of speculation laying alone in the dark, I’ve come to question the meaning of life. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has done this, after all, there are dozens of philosophical works dedicated to the subject. I realize that one’s “meaning of life” may be interpreted differently when compared to another. I believe this to be partially explained by an individual’s goals and aspirations, as well as where, when, and how they were brought up as children.
I am a child of the 90’s, born outside of the continental United States in Honolulu, Hawaii. I was relocated to Albuquerque before I could ever gain a conscious recollection of what island life was like. I grew up in this desert, granted we moved around a bit. As far back as I can recount I’ve always been a good kid, nothing spectacular, simply did what I was told and remained clear of trouble. Until I was around perhaps fourteen of fifteen years of age, but that story is for a different day. Today, I’d like to discuss life.
What I intend to write following this brief introduction is simply abstract pieces crudely thrown together in a jumble of semi-coherent thought.

What is life?

Life is a wonderful, terrible thing. A complex series of decisions and choices that ultimately leads to… What? That’s the thing, no matter who you are — how rich or poor, how intelligent or dumb, how beautiful or unattractive, how successful or fruitless our efforts — none of it matters; our graves are naught but a hole in the ground. However, my point here is not centered on death, but the journey we take to get there. That is really what life is.
Every action in this world will bear a consequence, whether it’s beneficial or malicious is purely determined by an individual standpoint. Life is a constant path of decisions that determine essentially how you will be remembered once you’re gone. I believe that no one ever really has the opportunity to understand the impact they have on the world, because every thing is continuous. A decision made by one’s ancestors can potentially have influence on how one chooses to live their own life.

Essentially there’s not much more I can say on the subject at the moment, I’m still in the process of attempting to work everything out myself. So, my friends, I leave you with this:

Everything surrounding you is relative, a simple decision can change your entire existence.