Why do we do that things we do? Is it for love? Money? Attention? Who knows. We put up with shit that we know we don't like, and at what cost? Many times I put myself out there, and I ask myself why? As a people, we thrive on the bad things (just look at the show Jackass). Too many times we tell someone what he/she is not doing/don't do anymore, when at times it could mean so much to let him/her know what he/she is doing. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated, but is there such thing as too much? I know that's off topic a little so back to my original topic. Too many times, a heart is worn on the sleeve only to be grasped by others and pumped at their beck and call. This is only grounds for destruction until it becomes hard and cold to the point in which it is unbreakable and able to withstand any pressure applied to it. Next thing you know, that chip on your shoulder has become a bag of Lays. Now that's food for thought.
M. Naranjo
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