I’m working less with the way of Tao and as a result I’ve stressed myself out for no reason; cause/effect. I’ve forgotten to do without doing because I’ve become so consumed in demanding what doesn’t and probably shouldn’t belong to me. 

I think logically and give pragmatic advice but unfortunately my emotions are the most dominant guidance. Maybe the lesson is that it’s not unfortunate: When I was cynical, I was miserable. I take chances now which builds experience. Experience builds wisdom and character. I don’t regret feeling more and thinking less.

I have a habit of giving candid speeches expressing my desperation, determination, and vulnerably. I just may be too communicative. I guess you could say I watch too much Grey’s Anatomy. Speaking your mind is instant vulnerability. It’s possible that someone may misconstrue what you’ve said, and it’s difficult to know if you’ve been truly understood; The truth is that you don’t know what someone is really thinking despite what they’ve said; and sometimes true intentions are subtle. Everyone has become so skilled at being spurious.

Being extroverted - caring for everyone, having trust towards others until proven unworthy, practicing infinite altruism - It’s courageous, it’s fatuous. But I will stick with it because what’s even more ridiculous is the way that people communicate with each other now a days - or lack there of. 

I’m invested in an arduous plight “praying” that my efforts don’t leave me dilapidated. I’m crying, clinging, begging, and blogging. Look at what you’ve done to me, Good Dick.