drive.
Now Playing: fake plastic trees - radiohead
Topic: thought of the day

before my prayers and before i drifted off into a strange but interesting dream, i thought about people in general and how they are driven in life. part of the reason which i was in this state of mind, would be because of the last lecture i watched by randy pausch.

reason number one: the reason people are driven in life is because they have things they want to accomplish and that they want to be happy.

reason number two: they just simply go day by day doing what they normally would do like a robot on autopilot.

reason number three: they want to prove to someone or prove to themselves that they are better than "that" and better than what others say they aren't.

i believe people are driven from anything inside of them, and these reasons, but what i think makes up majority of it is their role models.

there are good role models and bad ones. every single person is a model in life, whether they like it or not. every move they make is watched and someone may or may not like what happens. if another person doesn't like what what decision they make, they will try and not be like that. if they like what the other person does, they will try to imitate them. of course this theory leads to everyone being someone else, but really, everyone is who they are because of what they want and what they want to believe in..

be what you want to be.

although the "bad models" will seem to be cool, their life might not be what you want, so adopting something of theirs could potentially cause more problems. that would be one reason why they aren't considered good models. they wouldn't become a failure at life, they could not be the most successful in someone elses' eyes.

reason four: driven to be what they aren't yet. showing the true potential that they have.

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at the moment, there are three people who inspire me to be who i want to be and sub consciously give me the drive to do my personal best every single day.

nothing fancy!
Now Playing: in pieces - linkin park
Topic: thought of the day

prove your point by improving yourself. create a lie, and deny yourself.

my mom told me
Topic: thought of the day

my mom told me today,

 "these parents set their kids out to be who they want them to be, and not who the kids want to be. it just makes me wonder how they go about their lives. if they all have their life planned for them, they have no time to think for themselves, no time to dream their own dream."

 

if these people are told what to do, what to say, and not told how to act or speak for themselves. do they really know what to think, by themselves or is the work already done for them?

 

it's one thing to have a dream, it's another to be living it. 

inspiration
Mood:  special
Topic: thought of the day

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the smiles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle.

He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous.

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach ... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.

He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse. We were put here in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for the good in others.

friends.  this touching story leads me into my letter of appreciation:

 

dear friends,

my heart is as large as the ocean, and you, my friends, make up all the land. our hands hold each other like the waves hug the shore, while i spend my days soaking in advice. a few of you have been my friends for a few months or a few years. countless hours spent talking and playing, laughing and crying.

our memories are sealed in big vaults, full fo gold. good or bad, they are still valuable, especially to me. i feel free to let go of all my worries and express my feelings.

no. not how i want it.

dear friends, 

my heart is as large as the ocean and you make up all the land. our arms hold each other like the waves hug the shore. i spend my days soaking in adivce. you all make up the lights to a path in the night - without you, i couldn't find my way.

playing in the yard, laughing at school, spending hours online talking; all the words we have spoken and written could fill an entire post office with letters of sadness, happiness, regret, sorrow and hate. we always have fun and have our disputes but i know i can count on all of you. i would need 100,000 pairs of hands to count all the times. as you all have been, i will always be there for you. i am here to give me advice and to listen. like always.

soon we will meet again in a little while and will be able to share our day. i wanted this to be short and sweet. a value could never be put on my gratitude towards you, or a price on our friendship.

thank you for everything, thank you for so much!

happiness
Now Playing: heartbeats - jose gonzalez
Topic: thought of the day

a smile a day will keep the sad faces away

[other version: a smiley face a day will keep the sad faces away] 

 

 

© 2008 caroline d.