Atmosphere...

I don't want to die stupid, I want to die knowledgeable and wise. I thank God everyday for me being able to kick out all the bad habits I used to have, and for making me new habits.  This Thanksgiving that past, I really thanked God for peace of mind. Because I used to not have it. And not having peace of mind can drive one mad. I wake up and I am not confused about what I want to do with my life. And I go to bed with a sense of knowing that tomorrow will be one more day closer to the dream and another day to gaining more wisdom I didn't have. If you pass your days without gaining knowledge, your life is a waste of time. If you stick to the same routine and you have nothing new to talk about...you become boring. You become predictable. Like those that pass their weekends in a night club. You are so predictable. Where to go, what to do, what to wear...I used to be that person. I used to be in a routine of doing that every weekend. With plans to go out, have fun, get buzzed, meet a hottie and then the next day I am the same exact person. (however I did find my boyfriend in a club, but that only happens once in a blue moon, heheh). But I was so boring, I had nothing to talk about and I did in fact, become predictable. It was the same story for months, wait, for years. I became so worn out from that atmosphere. In fact, last night I went to a night club and found myself in a train of thought of thinking "how the hell was this ever fun" or "how did this ever satisfy my craving for fun". And it is amazing to see the same people there, that were there 2 or 3 years ago, that have made no progress and are still stuck in the same routine. My prayers go out to these people. Really, they do. I am somewhat disgusted by the idea that these people have nothing better to do than engage in those activities for so long and not be willing to change. Not be willing to try something new. Like for example, running into people last night from back in the day, your old clubbing friends.. you never saw them during the week, just on the weekends and strictly to go out to clubs. What do you talk to them about... what is the conversation... "oh hey your still here, how have you been"... you never talked to these people about school, family, facts of life, you never shared any meaningful words, it was all bull shit. They weren't your friends. They were your sad excuse to be recognized in the club. And I found myself in that position last night. And I felt sorry for the other person. My sympathy goes out to those people.