Dissatisfaction . 
Hungry
| I'm an alright guy. I make mistakes. I clean them up. I learn from them. I'm single, and always looking. I like to make people laugh. I like to laugh. I like being happy, and like to see other people happy. I'm not a straight A student, a jock, or "emo." I'm just Peyton. That's all I'll ever be, and all I have to give if everything else fails. I'm a dreamer, but a realist. Opinionated, but open-minded. A bit too outspoken, but quiet when I want to be. Pretty friendly, but bitchy at times. Lonely, but not alone. I make no claims that I am any different from the average Joe, but I'll leave that for you to decide. I'm an open book. I'll leave the rest for you to interpret. |
I have nothing better to do, so I'm going to rant for a bit. I was thinking back the other day to when I was a kid, and I started thinking about how I was so content and satisfied then. I thought back before adolescence to those summer days that I spent with my best friend. Everything was different then, but nothing really ever changed. A day could be spent jumping and sliding on a soap covered trampoline, and that was enough...that was enough to satisfy me. We never ran out of things to do. Nothing was impossible. Imagination was enough to keep things from getting dull and our dreams seemed so realistic and possible. And when the street light finally came on at the end of the day and we parted our ways, there was always a sense of fulfillment in the air. The next day wouldn't be much different, and once we got tired of the different games we played each day, we'd just come up with different ones to satisfy us.
Now, I know one isn't to dwell in the past, but I really do miss those days. Today, almost seventeen, I'm never satisfied. I'm never fully content. There's always something missing. Where is that sense of adventure and contentment that I used to get from staying outside all day, from building club houses, from crawdad fishing with my best friend, from walking to the field through patches of briers and thorns?
It's an emptiness that often causes me to be unhappy and sour. I guess the emptiness is merely the fleeting of my childhood, but I hate to see it go. I really do.
________I guess we're all a little empty inside.
"And I miss the way we lived in our dreams
When trust had meaning
When we were young
And we were proud of this
When we defined ourselves by our screams
Cause life by no means could seem to give us both the best of it..."
-GO RADIO
At so young, I really am amazed at what you've accomplished. Your gallery is absolutely stunning, and what you capture in your photos, beyond the imagery, is without a shadow of a doubt, beautiful. Take pride in what you do, because you do a friggin' fantastic job of it.
To top it all off, I saw theatre in your interests. I swear to God, I feel like I could just hug you. THANK YOU for spelling it 'theatre' instead of 'theater.' Those of us in costume thank you profusely and appreciate it immensely.
Last thing I want to brush on, I saw you were from Alabama. Both of my parents grew up in the south. Nothing really to say other than that, but I felt it needed mentioning.
Anyway, thank you for your gallery, and please keep up the good work.
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Eagle tattoos
Bald eagle tattoo designs
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People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.
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"Where would you be, if you had tried, if you had given all you could, to the passion of your life?"
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È più facile resistere all'inizio che alla fine.
- Leonardo Da Vinci
absolutley beautiful
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"Wolves may feature in our myths, our history and our dreams, but they have their own future, their own loves, their own dreams to fufil."
~ Anthony Miles
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The real journey of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." - Marcel Proust
"You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus."
-Mark Twain
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~..|[Golden girl ]|..~
I wish I had your skills... ;___;
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+*♥ My Dream? Becoming A Singer;; Music Is My Life ♬♪*+
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