To Stress or to Progress?

I saw the image to the left on photobucket today, and it made me start thinking. Of course, I had seen the image before; it is a fairly popular internet image.

I can't speak for all of you, but for me math has always been, and always will be, a very difficult subject for me. Would it not be wonderful if all you had to do to find 'x' was to point to it on your piece of paper? Even more, it would sometimes be great if life were that easy.

However, we all know that life is never easy. Sometimes we get so caught up in our own hardships, that we do not even think of the rewards that have come out of our previous hardships. Sure, I am not good at math. There are people who are though. It would be extremely hard to function in today's world without knowing any math.

If all anyone had ever done was simply point to 'x' then we would still all be cavemen walking around in animal skins, and cooking raw meat over a fire. Life revolves around difficulty and stress, but that is what makes life, life. Just think: if we didn't have all of that difficulty and stress, then we would never progress either!

Secrets.

Secrets...
Do they make friends or lose them?
Save self-esteems or bruise them?
Put the innocent into captivity...
or allow prisoners to run free?
What would we be without them?
Absolutely nothing.
Do you agree or disagree?
Secrets.

Wondering.

He wonders why he is still stuck in this town.

She wonders what will ever come of her life.

He wonders if he will ever get out.

She wonders if she will ever feel alive.

He wonders when he will ever figure things out.

She wonders if she will ever come upon inspiration.

He wonders...

She wonders...

Until one day, they don't have to wonder anymore. :)

LOVE HAPPENS...

Who Could Ask For More?

She walked out of the club that she and her band had been performing at that night. The air was cold and damp, and cigarettes lined the crevices in the sidewalk. The fringe on her dress flapped with every step she took, and she could feel the night air growing colder and windier by the minute. Her feet were sore, and she was exhausted. The power was off at her small apartment again, because she and her roommate had not made enough money in the last month to keep it on. Her salary was below minimum wage, and some days she went without eating a single thing. Yet somehow, she still loved her job. She loved the spotlights, the audience, and the musty smell of the old theatres and clubs. She came to the conclusion that she would not trade any of it in for anything. With that, she walked into her dark apartment with a satisfied sigh, and realized that she, herself, might be the happiest woman in the world. And who could ask for anything more?