Yesterday's feelings

 Blog about absolutely yesterday. 

Yesterday was brilliant. 

I am serious when it comes to my language. My culture and myself in my strong identity. I have major hopes and dreams in myself. Knowing I am here brings me hopes and joys forever knowing I have a destiny. 

I dont worry abouy death much. I suspect I am on a good lifes mission that will give me more time to be me. I worry about not living enough before I die.

Not to mention my new obsession with video chatting with strangers.

I mean I love hanging out with people and making them feel stronger and more fortunate to be alive on these glorious days on earth.

I am conclusively and invigoratinly am being more frivilous than ever before. The time to be me is here and near. I am so tierd of being someone that looks good. When most of the time I look like me, myself and I. I am not too fussed with  myself and the way I look. I am just unapologeticly me. I have faced some big big motions to become who I am today. Im so superior to me and everyone in my life. Is this a bad thing or am I practicing leaving myself for the most conlusively person to think about. Its me putting myself first. I have embraced being me and all about me for Thirty Four years now. Why stop now? Thats a rhetorical question. If I put me in the center again, I'll never forget the best part about life. Its actually living. Live, laugh and love. Those three things are what I fill my days with. Love, laughter and also life. Living for today. Yesterday has gone and tommorow is not promised. 

Yesterday was a far fetched day unlike today which has been filled with laughter, joy, properity, prayerfullness and energy.  Yesterday tested me and made me feel high on life and


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