If you read my earlier post, about my softball, you would understand this post alot better. When I wrote about how the softball was my significant object, it made me find my self a little bit more. I dug deep inside of me, to understand, why is this plain ball, part of my life. Honestly its a part of me, it completes me. It reminds me I’m doing what I love everyday. it makes me happy. Ever since I started to write about my object, there’s been parts of me Ive lost, that Ive been finding left &right. I learned that it doesn’t matter what other people want you to do, do what you want that makes you happy. If not, you’ll eventually ge into trouble.