!!! Trapped In Life !!!

Life is a series of changes… Some fast and furious – felling all in a single sweep; and others that come along so slowly and gradually that you don’t even notice until you've adapted yourself to them. So when I got tagged by someone (a long time ago!) to come up with three things that I cannot live without, I had to really think about it.
I felt it was impossible to live without the first bicycle my parents gave me when I was in 2nd grade(a small plastic bicycle) until my mum decided it was too mouldy (I still say "Was not!") and sold it away. When I was fifteen and got hooked wid a girl , I thought it would be impossible for life to go on without her, and so I hoped for the best for the next five years until we broke off. …At 21 years old, more aware of myself than ever before as a man who has the power to essay any role I choose, I thought hard…
Here are the three things that I wouldn’t be able to live without…
Starts with Identity…
It’s in my body.
It’s in my soul.
It’s in my favourite colour.
It’s in my favourite animal.
It’s what I wear.
It’s what I paint.
It’s what I write.
It's the people who raised me.
It’s the kind of house I grew up in.
It’s in the education I’ve been given and the lessons I've learnt.
It’s in the fights I pick and the arguments I make.
It’s the opinions I cultivate and thoughts I speak out loud.
It’s in my truths and in my lies.
It’s my dreams and my nightmares.
It’s what I destroy.
It’s what I create.
It’s my evolution with every passing second.
Without my identity I would be nobody. It’s is what makes me who I am…

Followed by Belief…
That the spark inside of me cannot be measured in carats.
That no one can make me feel bad about myself unless I let them.
That knowledge eradicates the boundaries I build around myself.
That what goes around comes around.
That honesty is the only way to enlightenment.
That the gift of forgiveness - given or received - sets me free.
That I should think the best of people until proven otherwise.
That the sun shines behind all the clouds.
That my family will love me no matter what I do.
That I will deliver on all the promises that I make.
That I will never compromise on my ideals.
People will remember how well I rose after I fell… Belief is what gives me the strength to rise.

And Finally Happiness…
In the smell of a freshly baked chicken.
In learning how to ride a bicycle for the first time.
In climbing trees.
In chasing butterflies.
In dancing in the rain.
In getting into a snowfight.
In reading The FountainHead though I have memorized it
In singing at the top of my lungs in the shower even though I know I don’t have the voice.
When my favourite song comes on the radio.
When I finish wid ma last peg of Antiquity Blue on the rocks.
From being able to laugh at myself.
That comes from serving food at a table surrounded by my family.
Every time I hug my dad.
Every time I argue with my mom.
When I look at old pictures of my dear kiddo sister.
When I think of the girl of my dreams and how she has shaped me in reality.
That comes from feeling my girl's eyelashes fluttering against my cheek.
That comes from listening to HardRock whem I am high.
They say "Aim high. Shoot low." I try to be happy about the small things – and then the things just fall into place.