I'd like to say that might be what I'm doing, yet I really don't know what I'm doing. I love to craft, I love to scrapbook, I love making things with my hands for others and myself. I love knowing years from now, someone might look at what I've made and it will bring them joy. B/C that's what life's about bringing joy into other's lives. At least that's what I want my life to be about. I want it said in the end that I did bring JOY into the hearts of others with my words, my actions, and that I was an inspiration to another to bring joy to others as well. It's kind of scary knowing that maybe if there was no tommorow that I didn't accomplish this, that I didn't get to reach my soul's aspirations before my last breath. I think that would really hurt a lot more than most realize. I guess that's why I'm always going after big dreams and that I can't dream in a box that my adventures are always in wide open spaces that contain no boundaries. My heart doesn't know how to contain itself. When I think of the things that I've ventured into sometimes it becomes overwhelming and a feeling of unsuccessfullness fills me, yet then I look forward and say to myself that was just a stepping stone. The stepping stone to my next adventure, the next turn, the next soul's aspiration. I believe there is more to life than the life we live everyday, that if we challenge ourselves to reach every once in awhile it's then that we realize our potential and then just keep reaching. Sometimes I might reach too far and fall and when I fall trust me I fall hard, probably just as hard as I climb. But I don't take the falls and just lay there, saying "I've fallen and I can't get up." trying to reach for the panic button, instead I get up (well of course after crying for a few hours) and say this is just my next step.
Life is literally what you make of it. What you make of it. There has always been two choices I've given myself in this life and that's I can either choose to be happy or choose to be miserable. I of course choose to be happy, I mean who wouldn't, yet many make the choice of unhappy.
