Who Knew...

…based on an assumption the rules of any game cn be chngd depending on the player, based on reason, the rules of any game shudnt be chnged, based on theory, there are no real rules 2 any game bt instructions on how 2 play.

The difrence btwn a rule nd an instructn is tht a rule cn be broken nd is nt necesarily an instructn whereby u need 2 folow or regret l8r. there are afew rules tht cn be instructns nly in the rite circumstances, it pays 2 knw the difrence b4 a mistake is made. the ten comandments are rules in instractions, meanin the choice is urs,bt there are regrets of nt folowin them. choices are made by people because they hve 2.

If u choose nt to make a choice,its ur choice. life is ful of chnce nd chnce is al the time there is. if u ran out of choce then u have no more rules nd time, jst instractions. thnk abt tht b4 u make a choice nxt time, it cud build u or destroy u. MAKE A CHOICE. ;)

A young boy was walking home from school on a rainy day when he came across a wild dog,(what are the chances), he froze when the dog began to bark at him, confused on what to do next, with the rain and all, he decides to continue on his route home when he notices the dog was hurt and was simply barking to get his attention, he thought it was a wild dog because it looked small and worn out of its ‘dog years’ when it was simply rained on and its fur looked like a laid back head of blonde hair…

how many times have you assumed things are what they are not realising that its ur hazy eyesight that hindered u, or ur hazy trust…

how many people have u looked down upon because they dint seem to be ‘ur type of crowd’ only to come around later when u get to know the person?

first impressions are important, an important 5%, but you shudnt let the small percentage block u from the remainder, it may be ur future that ur destroying…its not that simple.

This space is full, if I leave I leave a space. If I stay, comfort consumes me.

This space has become my comfort, this space holds the good and the not so good memories, this space has stories.

I have heard stories of this space but never thought i’d be victim to this space.

This space consumes me, it is hard to let go, its comfort surrounds me.

This space is filling a hole in me, the more I try to mend it, the more the space grows within me.

I dont know how I got here, I have to let go of this space.

This space is my past.

This space knows my destiny.

This space is not worth it => I understand.