The other day someone messaged me asking if I was enjoying my ‘crazy life’. I replied I was, but something about the wording has stuck with me for the last week. Why is my life crazy?
Would it be crazy if I moved to a big city in the USA? Would it be crazy if I moved across the United States? Would it be crazy if I moved to another English-speaking country? Is it only crazy, because I am living in a foreign country that doesn’t speak English?
I’ve long believed that the people we meet, we meet for a reason. I especially feel this more since I live in a city at the moment. Why are we only friends with certain people? Why are we not crossing paths with all those who pass by us on a daily basis? Why doesn’t everyone in the world know everyone? Granted I think most of us couldn’t keep 7 billion names straight if we tried, but it is something to ponder.
I think that we let certain people into our lives for different reasons, whether consciously or subconsciously. We could get to know someone else better that we don’t know, but we choose not to, unless we are in a circumstance that really makes us introduce ourselves to others. So most of the time our acquaintances are created out of polite chit chat or one time interactions, that we may not remember. I like to think that the ones we let into our life serve a purpose or they possess that, “click.”Read More
With my 31st birthday fast approaching I thought I’d give myself a little list of 30 facts about me. I’m sure I could write a bunch of other things, but I figure this is good enough. And most of all some are good for a laugh.