Look at the profile pic. That's how I'm feelin' inside. A part of me really wants to love a girl, but then my ambitions get in the way. I honestly am feeling that I can only have one or the other. I want to be something of a warrior doctor. Yeah, thas right. I'm the one that'll break your nose and then set it. I'm the one who'll kick you so hard that you'll have internal bleeding, and then I'll operate on you. I'm the one who'll break your face, then reconstruct it. That's a helluva thing to want to be. And I'm well on my way there.
I've been reminded of my priorities. Grandmama died two days ago, and Grandpapa not even 3 months before that. I know they lived a long time, but life is still relatively short. Why waste it, pining over someone that probably isn't worth it? Instead, shoot for greatness! Within everyone is the capacity for greatness, and therein immortality. I'll live my life to be great and remembered, instead of a failure and forgotten...
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When you die, you are remembered by the people who loved and knew you best. If you're really lucky, those people who loved you will sit around telling stories that start, "remember that time Nick..." or "what about that time he..." Those are the people who matter, not the strangers who write books about your life, the life they had no part of. (That's right I ended that sentence with a preposition, whatcha gonna do about it!?)
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