Learning How To Breathe

So, this summer..I've had a good amount of time to think; considering the fact I've pretty much lived inside my house, except for going to the barn, and seeing Tino a few times.
And I've been wondering; Why do we let material things obstruct our paths; regardless of what we think the material item will do for us?

Is the path that we chose to walk down, not our own? No, it is plagued with media influence and peer pressure. Every step is an other sneering glare, to try to pressure you into fitting into what the shallow world sees as "normal" or "beautiful".
We all get too caught up in what others will think about us, or how it'll make us look. We're too full of ourselves to realize that the person standing next to us is judging us just as we are them. The whole self imagine thing, is totally unneeded. It influences what we wear, how we talk, the way we style our hair. The people we hang out, the music we listen to...regardless of the fact, even you're a bit of a loner, you got into those things somehow. And yeah, they're a part of you, but some of the things you do, aren't always related to who you are, now are they?

Who are we trying to fool? Besides, we aren't really that unique, if we're following a crowd. We're nothing but mindless zombies then. The world is diverse, so why is it we try so hard to be alike?
It's human nature to want to be accepted and liked. But i think it's a bit over the top now.
Are your friends really your friends if they don't know the real you, or you don't know the real them?

Start a revolution. Be true to yourself, and to others. Love yourself, instead of instilling hatred and horrible judgements.
Remember that when you judge someone, you're giving them a free invite to judge you, and you have no control over what they think.

Instead of following the crowd, stand up for what you believe.
Just because it's easier to agree, doesn't always mean it's right.

The song learning how to breathe, by Switchfoot is an interesting song. It's all about learning the basics of life. And I think we get caught up too much in the more materlistic things..when we all should just close our eyes..take a deep breath...and let the worries slip away for a moment.
It'll all be okay in the end..and if it's not..then it's not the end.

Freshman Year...

Freshman year flew by.
I made new friends..I learned ALOT about myself, and I was pushed, alot.
I took too many classes.
I ended up failing Algebra for second semester, because I needed atleast a B or higher, to pass on the final..and that didn't happen.
Which now means, my classes for next year have been rearranged. I cant take Chem, since I didn't pass Alg all the way, so I have to take pre-chem. And I have to take introduction to geo, since I didnt pass Alg.
I'm taking a Media class, instead of French next year.
I should be taking Driver's Ed as well.
This year, I got some of my worst grades, ever.
I made some incredible friends.
I made friends with some, then peeled myself away from them, because they werent really even friends to begin with.
I've cut ties with someone, I should have cut ties with, long ago.
I realize this now.

Next year will be...even more interesting.
I'll be much more settled, and more focused.

Yesterday I went horseback riding through the forest, at Sandridge.
It was beautiful.
I was taken aback, i didn't know it was that stunning, I didnt know anything like that exsisted in Illinois. I went to Robin's and Dale's, and helped pack up and get everything ready, then we met Megan out there, and we rode through the trails. Dale stayed back, and napped in the truck. I had alot of fun. I rode for a little over two hours. I got off really slowly, cause my knees had locked up, because I hadn't moved them too much, I did take my feet out of the stirrups and wiggle a bit half way through the ride, as did Megan and Robin. It was nice. I was worn out afterwards. I would deffiantly do it again.


My show is in July.
I don't know who my horse is yet, but I've got my outfit already.
My new boots came today, I ordered them in the mail, because I knew what size I'd need.
They fit like a glove, and they're lovely.
They have red, then the shaft is black, with red stiching


The teenage years are all about growth, and learning.
And I know I'm learning some good lessons.