Carried away..

Lately I've been thinking a lot about independence. Why is it that there is a larger sense of accomplishment when we do things ourselves? Are we really proud of what we've accomplished or are we mostly happy we did it ourselves? 

I think for the most part, I've been trying to figure it all out myself and I think I've done pretty rad job- if I do say so myself. I think we all need to take a little more pride in the fact that, in the end of the day we are all a single person with our own thoughts and opinions and if you're reading this you just made it through to another day.

 You can't have someone else's gut feeling. 

Sometimes, nobody is going to understand your emotions but as long as you are leader of your life, you have the ability to decide how you want your life to turn out.

You go glen coco.

"a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor"

I used to think when I was sad or angry that it was a fixable issue. I would ask myself questions like "What is it that I am really upset about? What is the big problem here? How can I help myself to fix it?.. 

I would narrow down the problem.

I would figure out my answers in a matter of hours and be on with readjusting my "big problem".

 But what happened? 

When did I start doubting myself and when did I stop finding the answers.

Random Tuesday thoughts.