9.17.2003
Is that too Much to Ask?
All I wanna do | Is wake up every morning and be happy | And be care free | And all I wanna do | Is love my man and make sure my family is okay | Is that too much to ask... ~ Vivian Green
The bottom line is this: I am going to be happy, period. I don't care how much I complain, how much running around I have to do, or whatever happens or doesn't happen, the bottom line is again: I'm going to be happy.
I tell myself this for many reasons, but for now I'll list two:
One, it seems the collective is suffering from some-kind of post traumatic self-induced depression syndrome. Every blog I read to almost everyone I come in contact with is dealing with some sort of tragedy that has them phasing out certain parts/individuals/communities of their life. Everyone is miserable! Seriously. I'm not kiddin.
Two, no matter how many times I tell myself I'm not affected/effected by the actions of others, I end up eating those terminally-ill words. I am SO affected/effected by society, what's happening within it, what they think of me, what they don't think of me, what my cousin said, what my sister said, what my niece's nephew's cousin said--and I'm really beginning to realize enough is enough. People are always going to have something to say. They are always going to judge me, and that's okay...just as long as when I look in the mirror I see the man I know I am in my heart.
All I want to do, is be happy, free, and loved. Is that too much to ask?
The bottom line is this: I am going to be happy, period. I don't care how much I complain, how much running around I have to do, or whatever happens or doesn't happen, the bottom line is again: I'm going to be happy.
I tell myself this for many reasons, but for now I'll list two:
One, it seems the collective is suffering from some-kind of post traumatic self-induced depression syndrome. Every blog I read to almost everyone I come in contact with is dealing with some sort of tragedy that has them phasing out certain parts/individuals/communities of their life. Everyone is miserable! Seriously. I'm not kiddin.
Two, no matter how many times I tell myself I'm not affected/effected by the actions of others, I end up eating those terminally-ill words. I am SO affected/effected by society, what's happening within it, what they think of me, what they don't think of me, what my cousin said, what my sister said, what my niece's nephew's cousin said--and I'm really beginning to realize enough is enough. People are always going to have something to say. They are always going to judge me, and that's okay...just as long as when I look in the mirror I see the man I know I am in my heart.
All I want to do, is be happy, free, and loved. Is that too much to ask?
