Have I been in a quandary my whole life. I am slow to realize things. It seems though that excruciating pain I feel when remembering my past mistakes could in fact be avoided by starting to move. Laying on the floor groaning is gonna make me sicker to the point of not being able to recover.  One thing is being able to assimilate change, the other is to let life pass you by like I am doing. Life is often likened to a journey. Ergo, behaving the way I do does not make sense for a young guy. Can I spend rest of my life blaming my folks for overly sheltering me or I can move on. One thing I think I have alway needed is to belong to an organization that can edify me. Such as a religious institution for instance. Thus, helping me to shape up my plans by giving me the uplift I need. May I have been hustled by my kin into making the wrong decisions in the past. Still and all, now I am deciding wrongly myself. Knowledge is somethig relative to how much you expose yourself to your passion. It is just I tend to extrapolote my fund of knowledge from  the mental comparison I make about the cases of successful people I hear about. The only thing I need to before I plan out my future once in for all is to clear  my mind. Hence, the only way in which I am going to expedite my success is by doing less talking. If there is something I should be indicted for is for not taking advantage of the opportunities I have now.  Life is like a race. Therefore, whether or not I want to lap the other runners is up to me. Besides, I have to live with the fact that there is always going to be someone who is going to know more about something than me. For starters,  do I have to start doing my homework. Blazing up at my parents is only going to keep making me waste my time. Not that I want news of my slackness to still be blazed over school. This time I must be serious. If I do not get into gear in the next hour, I will regret it for the rest of my life. Reinventing myself after all the stuff that I did is will not be easy. Even so, telling you my heart-rending stories all the time seems easier than the latter, there is an obligation for me to change. Do I want to strafe my mind with thoughts or do I really want to make something out of myself. If I want to see one day my blog expanded into a book or seeing my singing skills realized into a dais, I must hustle myself out of the house and stard doing things. By the way, bringing up the idiom ¨the chickens come home to roost¨ at this point would be smart indeed. Since I am apparently contrite about my sloppiness. Not only do I have to start doing dicey things regarding what I love, but also I have to work my rear off trying not to get kicked out of school. All told, I had been a schmuck before this second. Albeit, I just got inoculated against stupiditis. Is it really worth is to quail at each challenge that comes my way?