When Are We Gonna Close?

I awoke with distinction. Money was on my mind, and I couldn't shake the thought of not seeing a 2,000 check. Going to the closing table is always a scary thing for a newbie investor, but should i consider myself a newbie?I've worked for an investment company. I've watched the process, or well more-so the enjoyment of seeing a house close, yet I feel as If I have yet to achieve such real estate success. You hear friends talk about their minuscule accomplishments which in their mind isn't so small, yet in mine its something that I would never call an accomplishment.*sigh* Its such a subjective thing...you know...life. What i deem unimportant is very much important to someone else, and that makes me happy to understand. In a way my own selfish pride could be the end of me, yet i continuously work towards an end in which i feel like I can compile enough people to save this world, but what are we saving it from?

There was this girl, she was beautiful, metaphorically unstable..for me, yet she was the epitome of something I wanted to be. She was strong, she never wavered. She was not as idealistic as the wind that brings something and takes it away. She wasn't so stern to be ignorant to the thoughts of elders. She became perfect to me. As I sit in wake trying to pursue her she was taken from me by my own ideals. I myself began to not understand what it took to love her.

It was a decision i had to make between me and her that took us away. I,Brandin James want you to not just understand me, but feel and grieve with me; she didn't require such attention.She did not waver, her ideals were pure, she continued to be who shewas the first time i met her. I constantly changed, and adapted to those around me. Each situation was a joy in which at the end i became depressed because noone took such effort into appeasing the crowd. She could careless of the crowd, and her sweet lips would speak sweetness as if it was honey continuously made by bees. She would often say "what do you want, don't care what they want, what do you want for you". Idealistically i was making each move in a progression to help these unknowns that i myself could never know. I was writing for you, breathing because i had to figure out this life for your own understanding. I wanted to be that invention as if i was the first wheel, or as if i founded the first plane. She would still my thoughts, yet she would not stay when the rain consumed my days. She became a figure in which alcohol and drugs dull such feelings of remembrance. An Ideal in which my own ambitions masked her presence, a mockery of people who don't understand my speech.

He began to explain what he wanted in a property. I noticed experienced investors always had a formula. They would say "well if its below 50k, and i could find a property which comparables were above 100k in which i could flip and receive 10-15k.Than I would be content".  I am in adoration in this period of time with those who take the risk to jump into business. The economy sucks, and in actuality American Society is not built for an EMPLOYEE to succeed, unless he/her understood his own subjective means. Each investor i faced I looked in the eye, hoping I can find what is there motivation. I hope its passion, and not a want to be free, because I in my life have found that longing for something can sometimes be better than actually receiving what you've longed for. Such irony continuously stimulates arousal in our intuitive human minds.