mistakes

"You have to push things until they break down. It's the same with people: If you dont push ourselves, we don't know what our limits are. Being Right stokes your ego, but being wrong teaches you something." -K. C. Cole's physicist friend.

There's something about english and writing that has always attracted me. Maybe it's the fact that there can be so many different ways and levels one may evoke emotions for his or her readers.. Maybe it's the fact that it's so.. foreign..

I've never been well in English, or any type of writing (except blogging). I don't remember the last time I received a grade on a paper which I would proudly show off to my parents. I don't remember when I even started enjoying English and writing, but I do.

I've made too many mistakes in all aspects of my life, as well as writing, that it's nearly impossible to cry about them. I've repeated the same thing over and over and over again that I've reached the point to where I've become.. stagnent.

I know what's out there, what I can do, and that there are endless possibilities that come with taking a simple risk and pushing limits. I just don't know where my limits are, what risks to take and what to leave behind, what I should do.

In the words of Usher, "Can you help me?" Because I do want to push my limits, I do want to take risks, I do want to experience whatever is out there to experience. And no--I'm not talking about drugs and sex! I just want to know what I can do and who I can be when it comes to things like writing, praying, playing music..

I don't know. I've just been really caught up with stuff in my head. Coburnout. [Inside joke with my English class.]

Oh, by the way, I have a new sn: low in aplomb. IM me, because knowing me, I'd be too lazy to transfer your screen names.