Finally I can look through the pictures from SF.  But I just wanted to leave something because I think this time of my life is something worth remembering. Everything has been so hectic but in the good way, I have less time but more time to appreciate things. Learning how to balance my life and work through motions of school, two jobs, side jobs, friends, family and of course you. My best friend asked, name something that has been good in your life, so often our conversations focus on everything that frustrates us. I was stumped, until this morning, everything in my life is a blessing, I couldn’t ask for more, but only work for more. I don’t know if you still read these but… Thank you, for letting me be myself and putting up with me. I wanna look back at these moments and remember, that everything that we frown at in the moment are sometimes the reason why we needed to smile. 
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This doesn’t even need a caption .
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Dimsum SF
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Tupac died at 25. If Malcolm X died at 25 he would have been a street hustler named Detroit Red. If Martin Luther King died at 25 he would’ve been known as a local baptist preacher. And if I had died at 25 I would’ve been known as a struggling musician. Only a sliver of my life’s potential.

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Breathing-Living by by Mesita from with 50 plays
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"Fantasy is what they want, but reality is what they need. And I just retired from the fantasy part" - Lauryn Hill

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TB
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Dust Clears by by Clean Bandit from with 72 plays
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W.C.G.
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I just wanna go on more adventures. Be around good energy. Connect with people. Learn new things. Grow.

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Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

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Your body was meant to sit in the passenger seat of my car and your hand was meant to hold mine while I drive.

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Coming home is always nice, sometimes I do feel guilty for leaving… for not being home as much.

After having a couple glasses of some beer I brought over… me and my brother talked. Talked about our dreams, goals, and our future. Talked with fruitful advices. Talked to each other as if we were in each others shoes. 

We talked about leaving for somewhere new. We talked about the struggle of actually doing what we wanted to do. We talked about the excuses we make because we were just afraid. 

We talked about leaving everyone. Leaving our friends . We talked about sharing the adventure. Then talked about doing things for ourselves. What’s so great about my friends, is that no matter how far you go, no matter where you go, when we all meet up it’s still the same. My friends are my family. 

Coming home is always nice. 

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