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Unseen Motive
Isn’t it more important to do what’s right even when no one is watching than giving the appearance and perception of doing all the right things for people to see?
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Pioneer
Be a pioneer. Most people are afraid to be the first, to take that lonely, thankless, solo journey of exploration, doubt, fear and discovery. But most people also want another way, they want to do what works, they want answers and the truth. They want to know it works and someone to show them that it does.
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Angriest
Does anything good come from anger? Or can you at the least produce an equal or more constructive and productive outcome with something better than anger?
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Insecurity Blanket
Insecurity Blanket makes you want to try harder, do more, be better, fit in, be accepted.
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Like grains of sand
Another thought I’d have as as a child, thinking about how many people have existed all through history. Every single person. Every single man, woman and child. It must be as many grains of sand there are on a beach. Thinking about every person, every life must’ve been so different but with that many people, that many experiences, thoughts and decisions, there must’ve been someone that might have had the same thoughts or feelings, similar responses and experiences as me. Someone that might’ve thought similar to me, or shared the same thought or idea. So maybe all thoughts or ideas aren’t new or unique. And I think so many people with so many thoughts, ideas and experiences and they fade into the past where no one can ask them about it. But then maybe, they’re never really gone.
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Ants go marching
I don’t know why I would think these things, I might’ve been 8 or 9, but as a kid my mind would explore, wonder, ask questions I didn’t know the answers to. What am I? Maybe I was an ant before I was a human… maybe I’ll be something else after this life. It must’ve been my intuition there’s more to us than what we see… our soul, our essence. Maybe I just wanted to ask the question, why are we here?
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A different world
My parents came to America from Korea, with barely a couple hundred dollars in their pocket. Had me right as they got here. Completely different culture. Didn’t speak English. Didn’t have a job. They didn’t understand America the way they knew Korea. Growing up, as a child I remember, thinking or realizing I would need to try, work at least twice as hard to “make it”, fit in, be accepted or just even reach the same things as those that have been here for generations.