Life or something like it

Food for thought.

As I sit here listening to The Killers…I realize how much my life has changed so much in such a short amount of time. New job, moved to a different place, different outlook on life……its weird how one decision can change your life and mind set . I realized and learned a lot about myself these past few years. Life is really what you make it no matter where or what you’ve been through, or what people say or think about you. You have to be able to define yourself not by what is projected upon you but by what you want to see in yourself. Don’t let circumstances beyond your control drag you down. Let it go and worry about what you can control and try your hardest to change it. If you fail at least you tried…..its better to know that you tried and failed then to have never tried at all and wonder what could’ve been

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Cali for the kush, cause boyyy you know theres plenty heree.

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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
   I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
   Went envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we--
   Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above,
   Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea,
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.