After reading the passage we were assigned for this blog it is supposed that we, as a class, are to write about our own theoretical "backpack". In mine, I am greatly unorganized. My thoughts and experiences run rampant, chaotically destroying the fainter and older memories of lore. Compared to others, my backpack isn't as deep as others- not as filled, to say the least. It would make sense since I've only been alive for two decades. But with the experiences that I have had it has come to be that I am blessed, but never satisfied, and thus, I am just simply human with a backpack of troubles. Those troubles are bubbles as they pop and merge and multiply. Personally I only wish they would float away with my breath. But life isn’t that simple. Despite my simple goals and their simple steps- the backpack I hold them in is too weak or the road too bumpy. Now I’m not complaining or anything, and I don’t accept charity. If I don’t learn to make do with what I have I won’t ever be successful in life. But what does a successful life’s backpack look like? Is mine anything like it? Probably not. And frankly, I don’t give a damn. Who is to say what I need and/ or what I have to have- when I don’t even know? Ironically the only thing I do know is what I DON’T want and if I do want something its because I have seen it before on someone else.
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