How to not be perfect…

So, I’m not perfect. Nor do I consider anyone else un-including God.

I mess up.

It’s the end of my second week in school and life is just throwing things at me. Yes junior year is very much exciting but, I realized I want to be further than where I am right now, that my vision of where I imagine myself is not…here. It’s a bit more ahead which is great, but will take some time but we’ve got time…everyone has time, it’s just the question of how much time that crushes over-achievers and those who don’t stop to breathe as much, which happens to be more often than not.

Excerpt for upcoming post…

“How to not be perfect”

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Not Enough

There are mornings I feel like creating. And moments I don’t. It all depends on my environment around me that as well as my ability to go through everyday not wishing for something more.

It sounds horrible…In fact it is. Sometimes I feel as if my lack in doing more is stunting my growth and I have no clue what to do about but, to just keep pushing what I got…

I do the best with what I have and sometimes it’s nothing…well that’s a lie its something every time, every morning, every moment alone at night while the crickets are doing their thing, every time I’m stuck I think of something hut never really go through the trouble in writing it down. For fear of sounding ridiculous or lost of interest half-way through my sentence. Though I try, I also give up… and I don’t like it. It’s hard to admit, but for the time being my best is not enough. No matter how much I explain to myself it is. Though I’m not defeated just taking it all in because this school year is the beginning of a non-stop race. One where I grow up more, go out more, and learn me more. It’s pretty hard to be vulnerable on a platform where if you think too hard millions have access to see. Except maybe not this site possibly..

Who knew that summer would swing by so quick i’d hardly had time to say goodbye. Or even write it an ode btw I hate odes they’re cringe though feelings aren’t… they may be awkward or uneasy though that’s the beauty of new beginnings. And honest if there’s never been an awkward moment with someone I’ve met we can’t be friends, it’s just protocol:/

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Glass Half- Full?

I guess I was just born this way though adjusting to this train of thought isn't simple.
However, nothing in life ever is so

don't call your purple, black…if it can be blue…

Meaning why complain about your trials if circumstances could be looked at under a perspective that allows growth and results in your favor?

Why don't we do that?

it's hard to say…

Once someone is tied by complication it seems as if our brain can only focus on what's wrong in life..rather than fulfilling our minds with gratitudes and appreciation of what's been offered.

And no it's not every situation there's a light beaming towards good things, because if there were no one would ever be upset.

Though if there's that chance to adjust your way of thinking, even if it's just for a split second, take it.
You'll find reassurance that things are going to be fine. Maybe not immediately but soon, or motivation to deal with what's bothering you at hand. Sometimes it helps to keep a float.

It's about the bigger picture the one you see when approaching obstacles in life. It's about where you want to see yourself and how you're going to get there, about what ways to go about relinquishing stress.

Not my video^

Perspective is a big step when it comes to dealing with life

So what do you see when when approaching a glass with some water…

Half full? Or Half empty?

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Pluto’s Rings Are Surfacing?

1:00 AM.

 I was watching YouTube, when one video turned into 5 more. Don’t judge I was on my way to sleep, eventually.Which may or may not be the exact reason behind my waking at 10, with bags the size of Pluto’s rings.

Besides that, This one creator, Shany Monroy has just grown on me. With her difference and loud personality, she has won over hearts of many viewers, like myself. Last night she uploaded a small cover video and it is absolutely amazing! I encourage you guys to check it out Here..  Now if I’m being completely honest Shany didn’t really control her vocals as well in previous covers.

Your probably like huh? What you mean!?

Weird sentence could be my 1:00 am sleep brain swooping in but, in this video you can see her growth and efforts when controlling beautiful vocals. Okay Nahndi, Why are you writing this you say, what’s the point!!!

Just ease we’re getting there. Underneath, It was written in the comments “Never Change Who You are.” 

 And I was sitting there contemplating that message… please stop me if my one am chats are irrelevant  but, my brain just started thinking that’s a lot to ask of someone.”

Of course I love the optimistic nature of this comment, and embrace positivity with every limb in my body but, I couldn’t help but think, it’s human nature for us to change. Although it’s opininated based on one’s moral values, whether someone’s change is for the better or worst, we do in fact change!!

Though  change is such a monumental process that the one making this move, should be able to recognize when and if it should be done . Not given someone else’s or the world ‘s standard but, their own. And that takes time, even with beneficial outcomes.

~ That’s pretty much all I had to say on the subject, while I’m pretty sure Pluto’s rings are surfacing on mi cara ( face in spanish)

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990 Hours Of Change


Roughly 990 hours of Change

They tell you things are going to be different at first. You don't listen of course. Though everyone walks unconsciously with t's crossed and permanent friends by fourth bell.

And a lot does Change…

Below are a list of words students from my school chose to define their second year of high school

Painful– Which high school can be this particular person explained that the pain was in losing friends who'd changed. Which I have to admit does happen, I feel the most change is everyone's second year. New conflicts arise, others get into new friend groups and are compelled to pull away from either there morals, old friends or both in exchange for a new life. Something exciting, sometimes seemingly promising in that moment and not the next…

Clutch/ Last minute victory – In all stress are highlights and sometimes leaving the old for new is the best move. As well as a fresh outlook on transitions from comfortable siutations to different ones, which result in bundles of happiness.


Different interesting changes

Sinful, scary,daring,miraculous

"I stopped talking to a lot of people,more risks were being taken and towards the ending it became stressful. But, it was mysteriously fun!"

_Quoted from commenter ^

All of this and more is true. Things I wish I could've known before sophmore year.

1. It's okay to grow apartnot everyone is meant to stay in your life on your own time and standards
2. People changewhich is also okay

3. Don't be afraid to leave your comfort zone I'd only done this a few times and honestly the most rejuvenating days out of the normal routine. It's nice to just let go sometimes and let things happen, you don't have to always be in control. The best things happen when we let loose of the reins and try something new, for once. Something that we can't already predict the outcome of.

^this does not in anyway encourage drug and alcohol usage, or sexual activity.

4. It's okay to be alone – I'dactually learned this the not so easy way and still am easing my way into the concept more and more everyday. Being alone doesn't nessarily mean you're lonely. It's a temporary pit-stop from the world, providing opportunity to grow within oneself and even do things you enjoy or need to work on.

5. Not everyone is going to be your friend, just because you smile and make nice small talk honestly I hate small talk and am horrible at staying in tune to the conversation after a while. Though it may seem like I'm listening and engaging, my mind drifts elsewhere. It begins to feel sort of forced to me, like a challenge to make pave out. Instead it's best to find a common ground to chat about and see where conversation flows. If all fails, not to force anything and let live, lol. 

6.Drama is not worth investing your time in –it just gets the best of you, and is not worth your time. More things are important.

If any of you have more advice on highschool, what and what not to do please comment below:)

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The Art of Completion

I had a revelation last night.

No this wasn’t what I’d initially planned on speaking about. Boys were bound to be the topic instead, I found this one a bit more important…

The Art Of Completion.

Last night I was discussing with my mother, my insides. Yes a part had to do with spiritually not feeling connected but, another aspect was my urge to do all at once.

A motto I consider all the time is, “to not feel, do.” Throw yourself into a new project to distract from issues, take time to be fixed…

The thing is I contain not a lick of patience, at times I can be generous with lending you my time but,very rarely will that occur. I’m always the one to mention going out and within the next two minutes, making plans for everyone around me to go along, while not considering what they intended to have done, that day. Which is quite selfish of me, another attribute I’m working on.

Again with the “I’s” one day. I would love to stop using them just to prove how unselfish I am…maybe in the future using the very word won’t bring me back to that night. Last night, when everything wrong was revealed before me. Needless to mention, not the easiest pill to swallow but through God, in every tribulation is his encouragement and guidance as well as  a sense of peace.  By doing all this, I tend to start things and in the end, lack motivation to finish them. How this has become a result still remains quite a mystery to me but, what I’ve learned is,racking your schedule in excessive amounts halt breathing room to really live and all that comes out of large amounts of planning  is unfinished projects and   mind racked with so many possibilities but, no ways of distributing enough energy to make what you wish to happen,  ACTUALLY HAPPEN.

I have faith in the fact that my mistakes are forgiven as well as my ability to turn around, with a helping hand of course.  Although, I know patience won’t always be a fun ride, I believe good things come to those who wait. Not just in getting things done but, feeling loved, feeling confident, being educated, travelling, etc..

Life in general is a waiting game. we contribute to how fast it goes and consequences that follow. If you guys could think on your next step. Whether it’s really worth being acted upon  now,  paced out over any period of time, or if living a moment of: boredom,laughter,self-amusement, honestly any predicament you’re in prior to acting, is all you need. I’d be one happy blogger;)

Down below if  you guys could let me know  your thoughts and if they resonate with this concept or if you’ve gone through some of the things I’m struggling with at the moment. I really do appreciate all of you, and would love to chat with everyone!!!

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What Is Sixteen…?

I still don't know yet.

 late night calls with water rushing against closed rooftops of every person underneath clouds that cry for reasons scientist lack the knowledge or belief in god to claim truth in vacant faith. Amazed by the grace that taps tin,sheltering his beloved children.

Sometimes, I like to think that we cry like clouds in attempt to release tension felt in stresses masked under lumps tucked slightly beneath our eyes…carrying messages left for society to decode. promising grants slipped to an empty minded youth.

Breathing between wrinkles of time that tick when our mind remains paused.

something like disagreement between hearts that beat on the same path unknowingly.

does he know you think of him…

Sixteen is cake.

Sixteen is understanding that lonely is only an illusion, unless you allow your mind to be consumed of thoughts that fall into that exact frame of …

"where the hell are my friends?"

 we are falling like most teens are…at this age.

 15 years and 2 days..

Sixteen is finding out everything yet nothing vital in the time you desire them to be

Coincidental it's called

closeted skeletons were slowly seeking there way through unexpectdly as you, were only in a daze, daydreaming of life and how all goes up from here.

Sixteen, you are still brand new to me… a  new chapter I can't seem to close,  24 hours a day, 365 days a year,

Two down…



More Content coming soon, Sorry for the wait guys school was a total stress but, I'm back now and hope you guys enjoy this new piece, along with the others following

Thanks loves!!