It's safe to assume that through out my whole entire life I've had many circumstantial "best friends" as we call it. Whether it be a neighbor that came over a lot or someone you could tell anything. I mean truly I've only had one person as I've so often acclaimed as my best friend forever and I never knew what exactly spawned this conconction of a friendship. It's based on one principal: we are both undeniably forgiving. Not just your average sorry, but truly we've allowed much of the world to step on us thus far in life which in turn has given us the strength, especially ken to harness what has been done to us and put it to some damn good use when it comes to achieving what we see fit. It's help me craft my undaunting luck as aforementioned in the hundreds of posts before this one. We have been around long enough to watch our mistakes closely and though we keep making them and will continue to make even more as long as we live, we can strive to prevent such bad occurrences from taking place as soon as we can foresee them. Otherwise well be ready.

Those who fiercely progress are those who have realized that the fear of pain is the only hindering obstacle. My muscles might ache, but they will heal and I can resume. Unfortunately my confidence is always testing by the unwavering doubt of my parents and who ever else you name it. It's rough because they make up what's supposed to be my inspiration, but they don't believe that what I'm doing is worth it. Despite the fact that I've been doing it for years and that I've definitely established myself as a Bboy, they don't care. They especially rub it in my face every time I get hurt as if that's the only thing that it's ever going to amount to. I've proven them wrong time and time again...but so goes the question of why I still do what I do. Breaking has been there for me like a friend. It's gotten me through many of high school's darkest hours. It's led me to meeting so many new people, job opportunities, just so much. There is no chance in hell that I would ever give that up before my body is still able to achieve that kind of agility and strength. I guess that's where the self reliance sets in. I'm not just standing up for myself, but for all of the people that rely on me. I have to show them that disappointing someone else is far less minute that what it's like to disappoint yourself. We fall, we shake it off and we realize what we did was wrong and train ourselves so that we may never have to go through that situation again. We don't need the extra bull shit and face rubbing lectures and shit. This is who we are. Pride and glory is the spawn of pain and redemption.

As flawed individuals sometimes all we need is a little reminder of what we are trying to accomplish. I believe that it's never possible to fully interpret who we truly are because that answer can only be achieved through death, but we can get quite a good grasp. I always thought the meaning of life was to create some sort of significance of yourself, when truly our first task is to make sure we are comfortable if not proud of who we are. I'm sort of getting there, but my trips and falls sometimes lead me to stumbling back down again. Like when a baby first learns to walk they can't truly just pick themselves up, they fall until the muscles in their legs become strong enough. It seems like I'm only beginning a phase of maturity, I fall and start over until finally I grasp a concept that I like and stick with it until that permanently becomes who I am. So that I no longer have to speak of change, just go through it.