Composition: Fail.

How often do we as human beings mentally decide we are going to accomplish something, no matter what happens.

How often do we succeed?

Yesterday I decided that I would do a little case study on myself on how many times in one day, I failed or succeeded. And it was interesting for me to know that 90% of my formal endeavors were successful, and 90% of the informal were failures. Overall I failed more than I succeeded. So basically the numbers would say that I am a failure; good to know.

Thinking back on my life I can remember many accomplishments, many failures, and a lot of things I just did for the heck of it. I can also see that some of the most simple tasks were the hardest to accomplish.

My father always told me I could achieve whatever I wanted to in life, as long as I worked hard for it.

For years my mother asked me to make my bed, and put my laundry in the laundry basket. But did I do it? Well, some of the time. I think those were some of the most difficult things I had to do. Yet when I was challenged to overcome the impossible, I was all for it. One hundred percent dedicated, willing and desiring to achieve the unattainable.

My perception of what I want in life has always been reflective of what my father taught me, that of someone working hard for something good. I know that seems vague, but so my belief has been also. For years I have been fighting over what I could accomplish in life because everything is attainable. I couldn't just choose something that I'm good at, what if that isn't what I really wanted. So the question is, "what do I want?" Who really knows? Maybe when I figure that out, my daily successes will outnumber my failures.

I am getting closer, but will I ever know?

Wish me luck

A New Beginning...

So...

I have decided to try this whole blog thing, once again.

As this is a new beginning, I might as well introduce myself. I am Tanner Layton. I am 22 years old and I am getting married in 36 days to my love, Lindsey Burnham. I attend classes at Mesa Community College where I study mostly sciences to hopefully one day become a faithful employee to the medical field. Moving on.

After taking an english class in college, and utterly hating it, I found that I actually like writing. I like putting my thoughts and ideas into word form. I like feedback and opinion on what I think and feel. I like writing what I want to write. And I like to do it informally. So what better place than a blog?

So, if you are unfortunate and end up reading this, embrace the confusion, and make sense where you believe it is. Decide for yourself what meaning is, and does for you. And think, inside, outside and all over the box.

"A New Beginning."

What comes to mind?

The dawning of a new day...

A carton of un-opened icecream...

The reset button on your computer?

A fresh canvas and paintset...

A diverse path to follow...

Bigger better goals...

A dodge viper?

The act of creativity, in even its smallest form, binds creator to creation in thought, emotion and desire. Designed in instinct, want, survival or even servitude; simply, engulfs the mundane monotony of daily ritual. In itself it powers potential, an inconcievable. For what can be in dream, can be. What therefore is, was in thought. What will be, is here now.

What is, "a new beginning."