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MY OPINIONS: “Change”

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My friend’s mother died of brain cancer a couple months back. She was given four weeks to live. I got to thinking about what it must be like to only be given a certain amount of time to live, and know that the death date would be right around the corner. 

If I was given 6 months to live what would I do differently? If you were given 6 months to live what would you do differently? Would you have the same job? Would you still be worried about the silly things you worried about now? Why do we need an announcement from death on our door in order to live? Why does death need to find us in order for us to decide to want to live? Most importantly, why do we need death to remind us to live with integrity? 

Most of us live a lie. When you have not structured your life so that it can have meaning and value for you, you will be willing to throw away your life for literally anything.

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Whether it’s drugs, alcohol, a job you hate, or a relationship that’s wrong for you; if you have no meaning in your life those things can become a reality.  You act out of mediocrity for so long it begins to define who you are.  Those horrible things should never define a person.  Everyone fears change.  I myself, hate change.  I live by my planner, so if you’re not written in it ain’t going to happen!  Not to mention, since the car accident my memory isn’t what it used to be. 

Most people stay at jobs they’re miserable at for the simple fact that the fear of changing jobs over rules their drive.  Some people stay in unfullfilling relationships that are so wrong in so many ways for them because the fear of being alone outweighs the obvious. 

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Sometimes in order to see the daisies that life gives us we have to be willing to change.  A person must be willing to change the city they live in, change the friends & bad influences they surround themselves with, change their relationship status for the better life for themselves, or the job that makes them not want to rise up in the morning in order for them to feel fulfilled. 

If it doesn’t add to your life, why waste your time on it?  Life isn’t promised to us in manner.  Why do we need death to come knocking ar our door for us to live with fulfillment & happiness.  Fear not change.  Fear the life of the mediocre.  To live in misery is to live within the hell you call life.  Life is not hell, life can be a beautiful thing once the kettlebell of fear is removed from your belt.  Don’t miss a great life changing moment because you feared what COULD happen. 

DERAILMENT TO GOALS: Car Crash “A Series of Unfortunate Events”

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As we head down the road with one headlight, somehow we got turned around. Please, let’s not forget we are flatlanders not hillbillies. We head the wrong way going back to where we just came from. It was very dark outside because there’s no lights in the hills & woods. We had 1 headlight trying to navigate these winding hill infested roads.

My husband looked down to his phone to pull up yahoo maps, & swerved across the double yellow lines in a small town we were passing through. Of course, here comes the lights and sirens. The officer pulls us over asking for all our identification. As we hand him all the id’s; he then pulls my husband out of the car for a sobriety check. A sobriety check was to be suspected seeing as he crossed a double yellow. After passing the follow the light game, the stand & count game, & 2 breathalyzers later he was deemed completely sober. My husband then preceeds to ask the officer how to get back to the bootheel of Missouri. He let’s us know we were heading the wrong way, & tells us which way to go. So again the four of us push onward to our journey home with 1 headlight on a Chevy Malibu.

Somewhere along the way, I fell asleep in the car unbuckled. I never can sleep in the car for fear of a wreck while I am asleep. I will also confess a small part of that is a biproduct of me being so controlling about making sure I’m awake to yell at the driver if I get my butt hole puckered.

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