I n d e p e n d e n t
The Autobiography of Hailey Taylor.<3
H Harmonious
a Abrupt
i Instinctive
l Lightly
e Efflorescent
y Yare
I am ...
- An Artist
- A Writer
- Romantic
- A Performer
- A Fighter
- An Observer
Summary of My Parents:
My mother was born August 18th, 1970 in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Her name is Kelley Coyle and was brought up by a
Christian-based family with five other siblings. My mom changed high schools frequently when she was a teenager and was an
average student with very good mathematic skills. At one point, she moved to Glenwood Springs where she finished school.
Not too long after graduating, she met my father, Marcus Taylor on Grand Avenue.
My father was born in Aspen, Colorado on March 19th, 1968. My father Marcus has a twin brother, which is my uncle Tony.
My dad spent most of his life in Colorado, but he also lived around parts of California as well. His parents were divorced, so he
spent most of his time as a teenager working and performing in local concerts.
After my parents met, they became engaged within a year. My mother had her first child by the time she was 21 years old.
Then she had me at the age 24, and then my younger brother at 28 years. My mother is a very kind and caring soul, while my
father is creative and very hard working. My mom is a loan officer for the local Community Bank and my dad works up in Aspen
as a technician for Paragon Technology Group. My parents have been married for about 22 years now and they spend most of
their time camping and road-tripping together when they aren’t working hard to support the family.
My mom has taught me a lot about cooking and having manners. She also taught me how to read when I was younger,
before I started school, when she was a stay-at-home mom. My father raised me to be disciplined and helped me to develop a
good work ethic. This helped me to get through school and to pursue my music abilities. I’m very grateful for everything my family
has sacrificed over the years to give my siblings and I the benefit of a good home and a life of freedom and independence.
My mother was born August 18th, 1970 in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Her name is Kelley Coyle and was brought up by a
Christian-based family with five other siblings. My mom changed high schools frequently when she was a teenager and was an
average student with very good mathematic skills. At one point, she moved to Glenwood Springs where she finished school.
Not too long after graduating, she met my father, Marcus Taylor on Grand Avenue.
My father was born in Aspen, Colorado on March 19th, 1968. My father Marcus has a twin brother, which is my uncle Tony.
My dad spent most of his life in Colorado, but he also lived around parts of California as well. His parents were divorced, so he
spent most of his time as a teenager working and performing in local concerts.
After my parents met, they became engaged within a year. My mother had her first child by the time she was 21 years old.
Then she had me at the age 24, and then my younger brother at 28 years. My mother is a very kind and caring soul, while my
father is creative and very hard working. My mom is a loan officer for the local Community Bank and my dad works up in Aspen
as a technician for Paragon Technology Group. My parents have been married for about 22 years now and they spend most of
their time camping and road-tripping together when they aren’t working hard to support the family.
My mom has taught me a lot about cooking and having manners. She also taught me how to read when I was younger,
before I started school, when she was a stay-at-home mom. My father raised me to be disciplined and helped me to develop a
good work ethic. This helped me to get through school and to pursue my music abilities. I’m very grateful for everything my family
has sacrificed over the years to give my siblings and I the benefit of a good home and a life of freedom and independence.
My Siblings:
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I have two siblings; one older sister and one younger brother. I'm the middle child. My sister's name is Hannah, she's three
years older than myself which makes her 20 years old this year. My sister was born in August of 1991. Growing up together we
fought with each other constantly over everything, but as we grew older and my parents began working from home, Hannah took
on a sort of mother-role over my brother and I. She'd babysit us and drive me to school. She used to be very loud and reckless as
a child, much more social than I was. I kept to myself a lot. After we moved to the valley, our personalities changed. Hannah
became reclusive and stayed in her room most of the time to sketch and work on school, she was an Honor Role student
throughout high school. She wasn't very social then and didn't experiment with drugs or relationships. I looked up to my sister for
her dedication and creativity which helped to inspire me to pursue my own talents in music and writing. Currently, she's enrolled
in CMC and lives in the valley on her own.
My little brother is four years younger than me, making him 13 years old this year. My mother named him Ian on May 17th. I
was always praised as the youngest child until he came into our family. I used to bully him a lot as kids cause I was jealous. Ian
was my father's only son, therefore my father always tried teaching my brother how to do all the things I wanted to try, like
learning guitar or biking. I was sort of a tomboy as a kid. I didn't like dressing up or playing with dolls. I liked mud and exploring. I
love my little brother though. I wish I could've been a better mentor for him. I feel as though I could teach him so many things
about high school and life in general. He's presently on his last year of junior high. I know he'll have to take on a lot of
responsibility once I graduate and move out this year, but I'm not concerned for it. Ian is very strong and wise, he'll be alright.
Ian's personality is very hyperactive and aggressive. He plays video games all the time like most other boys his age. My siblings
are a blessing. My sister cares for me and cares about the choices I make, most of the time. She offers help and lectures me
when it's necessary. She's very sweet and I miss her from time to time. My best memories were with my brother and sister,
nothing could replace that, or them.
Pivotal Moments...
"The Majestic Number 8"
It’s been awhile since I’ve written a legit entry in this lousy book. I don’t know what to really say. So, I figure why not revert
back to a memory, maybe two…
I was 6 if I can recollect correctly. It was my sister’s 8th birthday. My mother was unemployed back then. She stayed home to
raise three kids while my father was trying to make a living in Aspen. There we were, living in a dust bowl paradise. You could
marinate your hands and feet in the dirt or visit the nation’s tweaker runway over my fence, where there’s more glass in pipes
than what had blanketed the blood stained concrete beneath them. There was one place though, I called it the “sun garden”.
Behind our house was but a cluster of wild sunflowers, infested with bees. It always seemed as though they were trying to engulf
our home. The untamed area was such like a weed infestation, but its aura lured my curiosity. We also had a tree. Two actually.
People don’t take much mind to trees here in the valley I think. Maybe it’s because we're constantly surrounded by them. I loved
those two trees though. One was an oak and the younger one was peach. I climbed the peach when I’d spy on people or watch
the 4th of July fireworks. I only visited the oak when I was daydreaming. Corny to say but that’s how it was. I’d climb up my fence
as I pulled part each green pedal. My parents had married young so I wouldn’t blame them for the situation we lived. I was fine
though, really. Everything was okay . . . Anyway it was Hannah’s birthday. My dad had just arrived home. It was eight at night. My
sister had been excited all day, yapping about everything she wanted to do and with who she wanted to come to her party. I think
she liked having friends to hang out with, especially when it was her special day and she felt accepted by her friends. I remember
by the time it was 6 o clock, Hannah asked my mom where dad was? “He’ll be here soon sweetie.” It was 8, he was late. He
shuffled inside welcoming in the world’s darkening abyss behind himself. He began his usual rants over work as he placed his
things away. My mom approaches him to softly whisper, “It’s Hannah’s birthday…” My sister stood patiently, smiling ear to ear.
They begin negotiating a plan with Hannah. My dad pulls 8 bucks out of his wallet. As they hopelessly tried to come up 8 dollar
worth ideas, she started crying. She held a certain impression of a whimpering puppy as the folks started arguing. Hannah ran to
her room and my mother followed to comfort her. I continued standing by the couch. My father didn’t look at me and walked away.
I will never take anything for granted ever again.
"Three Hours with Josh Stanback"
Josh and I were 7 months apart. I was 14 at the time and he was 13. For the two years we had known one another, we both
secretly fawned over each other. I was never easy on him. He always had teased me, starving for attention. So I'd beat him up to
prove I couldn't be broken. Where did that esteem ever go anyway? Josh and his family had just moved into the valley from
Illinois. His older sister, Kristi was my best friend throughout junior high. It was 7th grade and the autumn was beginning to frost
over that day. Josh called me to go on a walk with him around the neighborhood that morning, he wanted to show me
something... I was close to the Stanbacks. We had all occupied the same school and the south of Glenwood. We hung out all the
time and I knew the family liked me, I just don't think they supported Josh being head over heels of a typical white suburban girl.
Josh and I couldn't care less about their opinions though. It was 12:00 p.m. when we met up outside his house. Before it could
become the usual awkward silent moment Josh said, "Listen, I know I've been a jerk... but it's only because I like you. So I'm
sorry and I want you to see something, this way." I followed him to the river close by, but to some part unfamiliar, where the river
and creek had conjoined and forked together. Crossing the current of the creek Josh held my hand close across the algae coated
path. Up and through the creek we hiked and 15 minutes slip effortlessly away. At the very end was but a block of decaying
concrete, crumbling away by the weeks. He sat upon it as he stared into the opening of the swamp trees as the river interprets
nature's wrath. "I love you." I never heard that from anyone really. Sometimes I wish I could go back just so I could've swallowed
my nerves that moment and had spit out the words I wanted to believe, but couldn't put to order. A year from that day Josh started
doing narcotics and was kicked out before he started high school. After he got arrested more times than could be rare, he was
then sent away to live in Illinois for a few years. I haven't seen him since. I just know he's still trying to figure out his life... In the
time we loved each other we never once kissed which questions me today, why? Not one. I had always turned away thinking it'd
take away everything we had, when all we had was each other. I should've just repeated it, maybe then he wouldn't have
rebelled against everything afterwards. So much for "forever".
"Stevie-Ray"
Stevie-Ray is my 6 year old puppy, named after the famous guitarist Stevie-Ray Vaughn. He's a white western terrier I got from
a litter of puppies at what used to be West Star Bank. I got Stevie when I moved here to Glenwood from Grand Junction when I
was 11 years old. I love him dearly because he was different from all the other puppies. He was a runt sense he had stunted his
growth at only a half a year old. So he looks like a puppy still now and that's why I call him one. When I first took Stevie home he
was immediately attached to me. He ran away from everyone else, it was cute. He fell asleep in my arms that day...I'll never
forget it. The first week I had him he'd cry every night, missing his mother and sisters; confused and lonely. I would sneak to him
during the night to comfort him, since then he follows me everywhere.
As I grew older into my teenage years I'd come home crying, infuriated, or depressed and somehow I felt he could feel my
pain. Stevie would curl next to me and cry with me no matter how much I would push him away. Every night he'd sleep next to me
and at some point would move from my feet to sleep in my arms. Once I started high school, I started playing music. In a way I
was encouraged to start singing publicly because Stevie would always get excited and would jump onto my bed and sit to hear
me perform when I'd pick up my guitar. If it was bad sounding he'd go under my bed, if it was good he'd sleep to it. I had started
sneaking out in middle school, but every night I left him there he'd howl at my window till I came back. It would wake up my
parents and I'd get busted a lot so I started taking him out with me. My friends and I would hunt the night and drift while Stevie
was around as though he were part of us.
I remember once I had a terrible person for a boyfriend and my puppy would always growl and bite at him. Stevie has always
done that to people who were unhealthy for me. So it's nice to tell if I'm with good people when he's nice to them. Overall, Stevie-
Ray has been with me throughout all the best and worst times of my life so far, and I'm thankful for his love and loyalty.
T H I N G S T H A T M A K E M E H A P P Y
- Being young
- Singing and performing music
- Domestic and wild animals
- Photography walks
- Road trips
- Cannabis
- Celebrating the Holidays
- Using my bike for a car
- Weekends with the crew
- Camping in Utah or Colorado
- Mexican food
- Amusement parks
- Meeting new people
- Stand-up comedy
- Intriguing literature
- Coffee and cigarettes
- Self-expression through writing and art
- When it snows in the valley
- Independence
- Graduating school
- Conquering my aspirations
- Saturday morning cartoons
- Fridays
T H I N G S T H A T M A K E M E S A D
- Dead puppies
- Fighting with my loved ones
- Rape and abuse
- Being a house maid without pay
- The police
- Overrated publicity
- Pecan pie
- Loud annoying girls
- The government system
- The public educational system
- When one song has 6 different remixes
- Adults who act like children
- Bad hair days
- Feeling ignored
- Dancing in public
- Unhealthy coping methods
- Not having a car or job
- Cancelled shows
- Trashed/destroyed nature
- Loosing my phone
- No self-control
- Waking up early for class
Strengths and Weaknesses:
I have never been the best with mathematics throughout school, but reading has always been an interest to me. I’m intrigued by different
writing styles; how words are used and how, by just rearranging them, their meaning completely shifts into another concept or message.
I'd like to think I’m a very creative writer. Every word I use is specific and crucial to interpreting the message perceived in my writing,
but then again no one can truly fully understand any writer’s perspective by simply reading empty sentences.
Another strength I’ve developed over time is being an open-minded person, whether it’d be trying something new or accepting people for the way they are.
I’m pretty confident and outgoing when I meet strangers, but who would’ve guessed I happen to have low self-esteem in myself?
My biggest weakness has always been within my own mind; I’m rarely ever in my own favor. I’m a little self-conscious, especially about my body
image and how I come across towards people. I would never change myself to be, “accepted” though, yet it’s not like my apparent, “flaws”
don’t cross my mind as often as the next human being. Along with beating myself down cause I can’t reach the standards I set for
myself, I am prone to depression and high anxiety. Apparently it’s genetic, but I refuse to take prescription medicine to solve my problems. I used to
physically abuse myself through starvation and slitting my wrists. At one point I become clinically anorexic for 3 years but had had
an eating disorder overall for 5 years. Over time I’ve learned to cope with anxiety in a healthier manner though.
Growing up I’ve always had this strength or will to rebel against anyone or anything that made me unhappy. I see this as a strength because it’s taught me
to stand up for what I want in life instead of being pushed down and conforming to society’s puppetry.
Sadly, another weakness of mine is conserving money; I laugh as I mention this though. It doesn’t seem to be too much of a problem, but I was
raised to conserve what I had. With food or anything else I easily preserve those longer but money in my hand is spent in an hour if I don’t have much. I
don’t know why but the guilt eats me up every time.
My biggest strength though is perception. I have, “the ability to see things for the way they are, and not what they appear to be.” I quote from a former
mentor of mine. I never really thought about it until I heard it from behind someone else’s lips. When I sketch a picture, I’m accurate, detailed, and use
different perspectives. I also have a good perception of timing for everything I do. It’s hard to explain really, but it all ties into the ability of predicting the
most likely outcomes in a situation. A friend of mine once said, “Hailey, your a Godsend. I see a lot in you and it’s more than just a troubled girl. It’s more
than just determination, it’s how you just seem to understand the world around you, and you accept that.”
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I have never been the best with mathematics throughout school, but reading has always been an interest to me. I’m intrigued by different
writing styles; how words are used and how, by just rearranging them, their meaning completely shifts into another concept or message.
I'd like to think I’m a very creative writer. Every word I use is specific and crucial to interpreting the message perceived in my writing,
but then again no one can truly fully understand any writer’s perspective by simply reading empty sentences.
Another strength I’ve developed over time is being an open-minded person, whether it’d be trying something new or accepting people for the way they are.
I’m pretty confident and outgoing when I meet strangers, but who would’ve guessed I happen to have low self-esteem in myself?
My biggest weakness has always been within my own mind; I’m rarely ever in my own favor. I’m a little self-conscious, especially about my body
image and how I come across towards people. I would never change myself to be, “accepted” though, yet it’s not like my apparent, “flaws”
don’t cross my mind as often as the next human being. Along with beating myself down cause I can’t reach the standards I set for
myself, I am prone to depression and high anxiety. Apparently it’s genetic, but I refuse to take prescription medicine to solve my problems. I used to
physically abuse myself through starvation and slitting my wrists. At one point I become clinically anorexic for 3 years but had had
an eating disorder overall for 5 years. Over time I’ve learned to cope with anxiety in a healthier manner though.
Growing up I’ve always had this strength or will to rebel against anyone or anything that made me unhappy. I see this as a strength because it’s taught me
to stand up for what I want in life instead of being pushed down and conforming to society’s puppetry.
Sadly, another weakness of mine is conserving money; I laugh as I mention this though. It doesn’t seem to be too much of a problem, but I was
raised to conserve what I had. With food or anything else I easily preserve those longer but money in my hand is spent in an hour if I don’t have much. I
don’t know why but the guilt eats me up every time.
My biggest strength though is perception. I have, “the ability to see things for the way they are, and not what they appear to be.” I quote from a former
mentor of mine. I never really thought about it until I heard it from behind someone else’s lips. When I sketch a picture, I’m accurate, detailed, and use
different perspectives. I also have a good perception of timing for everything I do. It’s hard to explain really, but it all ties into the ability of predicting the
most likely outcomes in a situation. A friend of mine once said, “Hailey, your a Godsend. I see a lot in you and it’s more than just a troubled girl. It’s more
than just determination, it’s how you just seem to understand the world around you, and you accept that.”
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Religion:
When I was in elementary school I used to believe in Christianity. I prayed to the Lord every night before slumber and even prayed whenever I was scared or
lonely. After a few years that had slipped away though, I expanded my mind beyond religion. My soul beliefs are based on my personal life experience because it's the
only theory that makes sense and is as real as God itself it seems. I have basically have four core beliefs.
One is that everything you do throughout your life comes back three-fold in the future, may it be good or bad. In simplified terms, that's Karma. Another core belief of
mine is true love, honestly. True love is the most beautiful tragedy accumulated in a person's life. It isn't an unconditional love shared between
family and friends or the typical temporary love felt between common relationships. Every person has a soul mate, whether they find each other in this lifetime or the
next. Love is blind because you can't choose who your soul mate is, and most of your life that person is right there with you and you don't realize it. So you waste time
picking the relationships that eventually just waste your time and efforts because you think you know what you want in someone. True love is painful and costs a lifetime
though. I believe you can meet your soulmate at any point in your life, even as a child or young adult. If you are meant to be with someone and life tears you two apart for
awhile, you will be together again when the time is right.
When it comes to life and death; instead of Heaven or Hell or simply rotting within the Earth, I feel that every soul is on a journey to become a purified spirit. When we
die, our souls simply leave the physical world to rest our spirit for the next life we choose to return to. It can be at any given time, in any form. When you are born and
your soul comes back to the physical world, there is a specific personal purpose given for life; to find the next missing piece to purification, whether it be to find love,
happiness, wisdom, and strength or to give those to others. To make a soul pure is to have the full understanding of what is life, and to accept it's purpose. Every one
has to go through tragedies throughout their life in order to grow beyond the challenges brought forth, so that their soul may become more wise and/or loving. The
theory also states that you choose a certain number or grouping of souls to be connected with in each life. So, for example,in your past life your once younger brother is
now just your best friend in the present world. Ever saw someone who felt familiar but you had never seen them as far as your memory could recollect?
My final belief is simply that, you are your worst enemy. The world perceived, is the world which is created and becomes reality. Nothing is impossible to accomplish
with an open mind and willing heart, for the pain in this lifetime is only but temporary, and the fear- an illusion.
When I was in elementary school I used to believe in Christianity. I prayed to the Lord every night before slumber and even prayed whenever I was scared or
lonely. After a few years that had slipped away though, I expanded my mind beyond religion. My soul beliefs are based on my personal life experience because it's the
only theory that makes sense and is as real as God itself it seems. I have basically have four core beliefs.
One is that everything you do throughout your life comes back three-fold in the future, may it be good or bad. In simplified terms, that's Karma. Another core belief of
mine is true love, honestly. True love is the most beautiful tragedy accumulated in a person's life. It isn't an unconditional love shared between
family and friends or the typical temporary love felt between common relationships. Every person has a soul mate, whether they find each other in this lifetime or the
next. Love is blind because you can't choose who your soul mate is, and most of your life that person is right there with you and you don't realize it. So you waste time
picking the relationships that eventually just waste your time and efforts because you think you know what you want in someone. True love is painful and costs a lifetime
though. I believe you can meet your soulmate at any point in your life, even as a child or young adult. If you are meant to be with someone and life tears you two apart for
awhile, you will be together again when the time is right.
When it comes to life and death; instead of Heaven or Hell or simply rotting within the Earth, I feel that every soul is on a journey to become a purified spirit. When we
die, our souls simply leave the physical world to rest our spirit for the next life we choose to return to. It can be at any given time, in any form. When you are born and
your soul comes back to the physical world, there is a specific personal purpose given for life; to find the next missing piece to purification, whether it be to find love,
happiness, wisdom, and strength or to give those to others. To make a soul pure is to have the full understanding of what is life, and to accept it's purpose. Every one
has to go through tragedies throughout their life in order to grow beyond the challenges brought forth, so that their soul may become more wise and/or loving. The
theory also states that you choose a certain number or grouping of souls to be connected with in each life. So, for example,in your past life your once younger brother is
now just your best friend in the present world. Ever saw someone who felt familiar but you had never seen them as far as your memory could recollect?
My final belief is simply that, you are your worst enemy. The world perceived, is the world which is created and becomes reality. Nothing is impossible to accomplish
with an open mind and willing heart, for the pain in this lifetime is only but temporary, and the fear- an illusion.
Define Beauty:
Beauty lies beyond the eyes of the beholder.
Beauty is elegance;
To be beautiful is to fall with Grace...
But to land with stronger hands.
To have the will to challenge a simple tragedy,
And to embrace in the presented infliction.
To hold reality in between two fingers,
And hope behind closed lips.
To never excuse fear for reason...
These demons are but corrupt angels,
Whose hearts will always light,
Within the deepest depths of these ignorant gallows.
I am beautiful.
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Define Friendship:
An unconditional love is but friendship,
Accepted for the flaws that could only make you but Human.
How life tends to separate us,
Particle by particle.
The effort to stay together becomes weary,
But never dies softly.
Knowing what is best for their life,
I'll never make those choices for you though.
Happiness is what we achieve with one another,
Bonding within our trust and commitment.
To never judge each other for the mistakes made.
To care.
If I find you broken,
I'll stitch these open wounds.
If you ever find me to be falling,
Please,
Catch me.
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Define Home:
What is Home?
Home…
I hear you calling.
For my heart expands here.
Feel these arms that caress sorrows so…
Here to dream on endless streams,
Rather through shortly cut threads.
We exhaust agony,
Inhale shelter in its place.
Never too lonely,
Never quite lost.
Belonging and loved,
There’s no such a sweeter place,
Where lies the graceful Dove.
This,
Is “home”.
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What is Home?
Home…
I hear you calling.
For my heart expands here.
Feel these arms that caress sorrows so…
Here to dream on endless streams,
Rather through shortly cut threads.
We exhaust agony,
Inhale shelter in its place.
Never too lonely,
Never quite lost.
Belonging and loved,
There’s no such a sweeter place,
Where lies the graceful Dove.
This,
Is “home”.
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3 Keys To Good Parenting:
1. "Tough Love"
I've always felt tough love was the best kind of love a parent or mentor could provide. I feel it teaches us to become more independent and to take responsibility for your mistakes. Even though it's tough in the process, it's worth a life lesson.
2. "Acceptance"
Most parents won't admit they expected their children to be something they're not. Whether it may be they are homosexual, disabled, unattractive, or simply have a different perspective on life. Some parents just can't accept their own flesh and blood for who they are because it's "wrong" according to certain religions or the general society. This factor disconnects these "misfits" from not only their family but people overall. If someone doesn't feel accepted for what they are in their family, how can they feel less judged by anyone else for that matter? This is why acceptance is so important.
3. "Support"
Even if the parent themselves think their child is making a "bad choice", even if the child claims it's something that makes them happy, parents should always support their kids unless it's an unhealthy choice. Not only does this give a child the freedom to lead their own life, it gives them a chance to learn about independence and responsibility. Not only does this also help them mature, but it makes the kid less dependent on other people.
Future Happiness:
What is the key to future happiness? Some people want to lead successful careers or start their own families. Others just want to be rich, while a few only need the
clothes on their back to be happy with life. I have many aspirations in mind. I don't want to start a big family and to live in one place for too long because I don't believe in
marriage and frankly, I don't know how I feel about giving birth. I see myself in the future making new friends and lovers everywhere I live but not staying with one person
for life. After I graduate I want to attend a community college for my business degree and then attend a 4 year school for music, art, and writing. Hopefully, everything I
learn in college will help me make a living as I travel from place to place performing shows and expanding my art. At one point I'd love to live in California after college to
find more opportunities in music. I don't expect to make a career out of these though. I'm not looking for a record deal or money, I only want fame or recognition for the
music I write. I want to train to become a certified tattoo artist most of all and eventually I'll own my own tattoo parlor. I've always liked black pen sketches and I never
figured I'd like art enough to continue sketching, but I want to pursue all my talents. By the time I'm in my 40's, I want to open a coffee shop in a small town like Paonia, to
start settling down in my life. It'll be a place for kids to hang out and play music. Maybe I'll change my mind and have a family, but I'm not too sure. I have so much I want
to do with my life, I know nothing will go how I plan but I can at least try. My key to future happiness is not money nor any specific person, it's to live. As long as I have the
power to make independent choices and to pursue my dreams with great vigilance, I will always be happy with my life and where it strives.
Define Success:
Successful.
It is not the word I fit by definition if you consider it's meaning by simply having life in perfect order.
To succeed is to accomplish happiness;
As long as you follow your heart and are wise,
If you achieve happiness in the end,
You have accomplished, "success".
I am successful.
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An Exhaustive List of Everything I'm Grateful For:
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I am blessed to live in this valley,
To have kept those I love in my life.
To have always had someone at my side through the darkest hour.
I am grateful for every gift received,
Every compliment taken to heart,
And every opportunity taken advantaged of.
For all the simplicities,
The measureless battles,
Every wasted day,
And every second that accounted for something...
I appreciate the music I hear,
The sites I see,
The things I can feel,
And the air I breathe.
I am Grateful.
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I am blessed to live in this valley,
To have kept those I love in my life.
To have always had someone at my side through the darkest hour.
I am grateful for every gift received,
Every compliment taken to heart,
And every opportunity taken advantaged of.
For all the simplicities,
The measureless battles,
Every wasted day,
And every second that accounted for something...
I appreciate the music I hear,
The sites I see,
The things I can feel,
And the air I breathe.
I am Grateful.
...
C O D E O F E T H I C S:
I Karma; what goes around comes around.
II Respect; treat others how you wish to be.
III Opinions; forget the insults and embrace the compliments.
IV Haters; they make you famous. (:
V Family; they're forever, don't make them resent you.
VI Love; never close your heart and mind from others.
(The pain is worth it.)
VII Education; nothing worth getting comes easy.
VIII Drugs; try nothing you cannot pronounce or takes a needle to injest.
IX Mistakes; we're only human but learning from a mistake is the difference.
II Respect; treat others how you wish to be.
III Opinions; forget the insults and embrace the compliments.
IV Haters; they make you famous. (:
V Family; they're forever, don't make them resent you.
VI Love; never close your heart and mind from others.
(The pain is worth it.)
VII Education; nothing worth getting comes easy.
VIII Drugs; try nothing you cannot pronounce or takes a needle to injest.
IX Mistakes; we're only human but learning from a mistake is the difference.