a picture is worth a thousands words

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life is  like waiting for a train. you can stand back and watch it go by, never really being involved in what is going on, or you can push your way through to the front of the horde of eager travellers and be the first on the train. standing at the back and waiting passively by may work for some people and is generally the safer, calmer way to go but how can you honestly get anywhere in life if you are waiting for others to go ahead of you? what happenes when you are patiently awaiting your turn to board the train and find to your demise that it has filled to capacity while you were waiting? and then what? would you realistically make your way, once again, to the back of the horde? or would you push right back in the crowded cluster of people? life is something that needs to be experienced! you need to take chances, be rude, push past others in order to be able to experience life to the fullest! im not encouraging poeple to deliberately shove others to get ahead, or to be unnecessarily rude for no reason but rather to get out there. life cannot be lived in  the background. the forefront is where everything happens. there are many stops along the way where you will encounter many people, many of which can play a life-changing role both positively and negatively in shaping who we are as individuals. there will be many detours that we will have to take either by choice or not so much, the point, is that we welcome these detours as a part of life. be spontaneous!life is boring if you always follow the straight and narrow path.

so you need to decide for yourself whether you are one of those people that fight their way to the front of a crowd, or stand patiently, anonymously, in the background. and although both ways are fine, only one allows you to experience new things and be the best person that you can.

the best day ever!

one of the best days that i can remember was my birthday when i was 7 or 8 years old. today, waking up early in the day is a chore, however back then it wasnt such a great feat. i would eagerly crowd around the kitchen table with my parents and sister in tow. we would stand together at 7:00 in the morning and i would open my presents.my birthday is in january and one thing that i can clearly remember about days such as those is that it was always dark. it was like we were axake and celebrating before the sun even rose. i remember being extremely excited opening up my G2O sled racer. it came complete with a seat, brakes and a handle to steer. on the other end of the spectrum, i also received a dress up kit which i was equally excited about. imagine a tomboy eager to sled down snowing hills that also enjoyed playing dress-up with her friends. after our familial festivities, my dad would drop me off at my babysittiers house. she was a short, older scottish lady that had a thick accent and was a stiffler for manners. every year on my birthday she would present me with an amazing homemade cake. even my school would get involved. the secretary happened to have the same birthday as myself so every year she would call me down and wish me a special happy birthday since it was a day that we both shared. i would also be presented with a birthday card compliments of the home&school. it was a much simpler time, where little pleasures guaranteed happiness. that was a truly wonderful day!