Inspiration, a feeling of excitement and depression at the same time.

I often wonder if what burns inside my heart and brews inside my mind isn’t just prejudgment of strangers?

The impressions I give to people just by taking their actions personally make me out to be something I’m not.

When really I’m smart but only when it comes to relationships.

For I only ask for the highest respect from those I give it to.

And I observe and take in the aggravation and hatred others feel toward me for no reason.

I allow them to walk all over me and I take it in stride.

I only hope that they see my good intentions and realize I’m only there to help.

For the ones I’ve relied on have always let me down and my goal is to only help others in the same situation.

This was a note I found in my journal from when I was 12 years old.  Not so sure I have walked out success in my relationships and most of friends would say that I haven’t been the smartest when choosing mates, but my  heart has continued to grow since penning these lines.  I feel even back then I knew that people inspire me but have the ability to aggravate me just as much.  And so the journey of introspection and character growth continues.