“Our lives are trading cards. We start young as rookies and schools bid for us. We send out mini r\u00e9sum\u00e9s about ourselves. Trying to get schools interested in us. It\u2019s like the draft we put our best foot forward and then the schools decide who is best for their program. So the school picks and holds your card until its time to trade. Its starts young and never stops. High school, college, companies, and the list grows the older you get.” By. Me.<\/p>\n
It’s strange isn’t it? Our whole lives we strive to be perfect, don’t we? But what is perfection, can anyone really define it? Is it a tone body, a six figure income, or a house with a white picket fence? No, that\u2019s not it me. Perfection is different from person to person. Each life is a blank page its up to you what your page contains. Is your life, your page, fiction a string of lies? Is it drama, stories of jealousy and envy? What makes you tick? What defines you? Who are we? Is the person you see in the mirror really who you are? Or, is that face just an empty shell? Is that face what everyone wants to see? Are you acting, are you being what everyone wants? Have you lost who you really are? Think about that, next time you look in the mirror. Look at yourself and ask yourself one question, \u201cAm I who I am\u201d?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Our lives are trading cards. We start young as rookies and schools bid for us. We send out mini r\u00e9sum\u00e9s about ourselves. Trying to get schools interested in us. It\u2019s like the draft we put our best foot forward and then the schools decide who is best for their program. So the school picks and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[259],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n