Moving on

Hello followers!

My life has been pretty hectic for the past few months, so i haven’t been able to post anything on this blog. So by the slim chance that you are reading this, I wanted to thank all of you for following me. But I’ve neglected this blog and most of all, all of you. I apologize for doing so.

I’m here to announce that it’s time for me to move on. I’m going to leave this blog and start a new one from scratch. I still have my company blog, Bringas Athletics, follow it for unbiased sports, health, and diet posts. my new personal blog will still be on wordpress, but I’ve teaken it upon myself to re invent my personal brand. Please join me in my journey to a new me.


Follow me here.

Hopefully i see you all on the other side.

Best regards,



I feel like I l…

I feel like I live in a world made of cardboard. Always taking constant care not to break something. Break someone. Never allowing myself to lose control, even for a moment or someone could die.

– Superman

I first heard Superman say this while watching Justice League: Unlimited. I didn’t think too much about it because he was fighting Darkseid. Then a few months later I realized how powerful those words were.I feel like we really do live in such a fragile world. Everyone has to stay conscious of what spews out of their mouth or risk offending others.

I took these words to heart because growing up, I wanted to fit in with people. I wanted to be part of something, I wanted to belong somewhere. This led me to hold back on my opinions and ideas. While others allowed their opinions to thrive and spread, while I let mine die within myself. Even in arguments I would always let people win because it meant so much to me that I could be a part of their group. I was always afraid to let other know what I think because I could say something that might cripple their ideas and their self esteem and I didn’t want make myself seem smarter or stupider than everybody else. It became increasingly difficult to let my opinions loose, because it became harder and harder to make friends. Since being part of something meant so much to me, I kept holding back. Even with stranger, who mean nothing to me. I’m always afraid of hurting someone’s feelings.