Challenges

Life is difficult. There is no other way to describe it. There will always be bumps in the road, that is just the way it is. How a person takes those bumps, defines them. Do you take the bump and turn it into a jump? Do you turn it into a positive? Or are you like the many who fall and rather than get back up, stay down and let life keep them there? I have always tried to turn them into positives, no whether or not I have succeeded in that task is another story.
In my life I have never like taking free handouts. (One reason I would suck as a homeless person) It is not because I have anything against charity, or the idea. But I like earning what I get and knowing what I have is rightfully mine and no one can tell me I don't deserve it. Now with that being said I've taken a few things that I may not have worked hard enough for. For example, my car. Over the summer I worked a job at a golf course. Up at 5 a.m. working in the 95 degree heat, cutting grass, weed whacking, cleaning stream, taking the trash out of barrels by hand. Over the summer I was DETERMINED to earn money so I could get my self a car. I didn't want anything crazy just something I could say I earned and was mine. In my efforts I isolated myself from all my friends. I didn't go to parties because I had to be up at 5 and I didn't think I could handle everything. I ended up missing what they said was the best summer they ever had. But at the time I figured it was worth it when I had a car because I could join in. Anyway I ended up going on vacation with my dad and my mom surprised me with a 2007 Toyota Corolla (a step up from the 1995s I was looking at on craigslist). I was ecstatic, but already felt a little guilty because I had not earned the money for the car. I put up a quarter of the money and agreed to pay for gas and what not. But I to this day feel like it is not "mine" and rightfully so. And again I am faced with a dilemma. 
My mother has become engaged to a man and we are moving into a HUGE new house. Now this man has worked hard his entire life to make the money to buy this house. I have not. My mom told me that it was mine and I was entitled to live in it because she was marrying him and I was her son. (Very asinine in my mind) But now as we approach D-Day I cant help but to feel more and more guilty. I don't know what to do. That is by far one of the scariest parts. I am saying I don't know about something in my life. It's not some stupid fact but my life. I just hope I can figure it out because this has been, is, and is going to be, My Life in Words.

Before I Continue

Hello everyone,
   The goal of this blog is to enlighten people on me. I will always try to entertain and be amusing. But there will be serious posts. I am going to tell you the truth. If your not interested then don't read but I am going to write it. I am not going to stop because this is, My Life in Words.


Yours Truly,
Nick