Empty Reflections
Standing in front of her mirrored reflection, she is unrecognizable, even to herself.
Who is this girl staring back at me? I do not recognize the darkness in her eyes or the sound of her voice as it cries out for me to save her. I can’t save her. No one can. She has succumb to her own misery and now, she has fallen prisoner to the reigns of her past.
I can see the scars that lay like bandages across her heart and I know she has given up. She cries out that she is too weak, too defeated and that she has nothing left worth fighting for.
What do you mean you are giving up? Don’t you remember how beautiful you once were and how your infectious spirit was going to set the world on fire? What happened to that girl you used to be?
Silenced in sadness, she said nothing.
I could feel her sorrow pour out of the tears that left stains down the sides of her face. She had allowed the pain from her mistakes to cripple her once, unparallel strength.
Please don't give up
If only she would strip away the many layers of sadness that have fallen like a veil over her eyes, then she would be able to see through to me; to see through to herself.
If only she would let go and let in... let me in.. Then maybe, just maybe, she would know that she is not alone. And that no-matter how far she falls into the darkness of her own demise...She never will be.
Stay TRU!
Cannonbaaaaaaaaall
Recently I found myself at the top of a snow-covered mountain, looking down at my terrifying fate and wobbling my long legs down its icy slopes.
What if my dumb knee gives out or I crash into someone? What if I don’t know how to stop and I fall so hard that I snap my neck and die?
That’s when I saw a group of little kids under the age of 5, snowboarding down this same life threatening slope that I was, but they were flying right past me as if it were no big deal.
This is Bull crap! How in the world are they making this look so easy?!!
I was pissed.
I didn’t understand how such young children could be so confident and brave. Didn’t they realize they could break a bone, or tear a ligament, or even fall on their faces and make fools of themselves for the whole world to see!?
Then it hit me, of course they didn’t think of those things because all they cared about was learning and having fun with the experience. They didn’t allow their fears to run or control their lives like we big, boring adults so often do, and they definitely didn’t care what other people thought of them.
This realization started to make me resent these fearless little snowboarders, and all children for that matter!
I became jealous of kids imaginations and the way they could look at a plain, yellow, narrow pencil and turn it into a sword to fight off vampires and evil assassins with. I envied the way my nieces and nephews can look at an unmade bed and instead of wanting to make it look stiff and presentable, they’d rather rip off its sheets and transform it into a superhero cape, a shield, or even a tent to camp out in for the night.
When did we stop being fun and start being so painfully serious?
When did a cardboard box stop becoming our favorite fort house and how old did we have to get, before forgetting the secret tree house we carved our best friends initials in?
A + J = BFF
Who would have ever thought that the true gatekeepers to happiness were the very people we once were ourselves; kids!
So take your inner child on a walk today and welcome all of the adventure, mystery and the danger that comes your way …because as long as we never lose sight of our childish enthusiasm, then not only will we be doing a lot more cannonballs in the pools this summer, but we won’t ever miss out on all of the real fun that life has to offer ☺
“The best part of being young is that we are too inexperienced to know that we can’t possibly do the things that we’re doing”
Stay TRU :)
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A Risk Worth Taking
What does it mean, when we find out everything we have worked so hard to achieve isn’t going to work out for us after all?
What happens when the rope that we've been taking strides of faith on for the past few months has finally taken its toll and broke in half… Leaving us terrified in the unknown and with nothing more than a firm grip of desperation to try and tie together the broken ends of our future.
Where is the line between having faith and not losing ourselves in selfish expectations that risk us falling to our ultimate demise?
Someone recently said to me, “I don’t ever expect anything from anyone, that way I am never disappointed and can’t get hurt”
But the more I pondered this philosophy, the more I couldn’t help but wonder where the hope in a person lies if they refuse to let their imagination lay in anything other then certainty? Where is the joy in accomplishment if you never truly risk anything in order to get it?
I've come to realize that there are only three choices you have after your world has fallen a part in front of you... go backwards, stay standing still, or use your pain and discomfort to drive you forward. Just know that as much as you'll fear the thin line that stands between your future and present pain, you're never truly living if you're not taking any risks.
So even when you find yourself losing balance... keep holding on, because you're always worth the risk it'll take to get you where you deserve to be.
And always remember that “If you’re not living on the edge… you’re taking up to much space” ☺
Stay TRU <3
Hello Spring, Goodbye Comfort Jeans
I have this perfect pair of skinny black jeans that hug my hips so tightly they actually create the illusion that I have curves. They are my favorite, mold to my skin, hide away all of my imperfections, comfort jeans. They are the pair I throw on when I am feeling closed off or vulnerable, and when I want to tell the rest of the world "screw you, I just don’t care what I look like!”
In the past week, I have found myself fondling through the rest of the vibrant colors in my closet and landing directly on these same, rather boring black jeans, over and over. I just couldn’t get enough of the way they laced up my thighs and forced me to blend in with the rest of the world and go unnoticed. These jeans were my comfort zone.
It wasn’t until they began to mold to my skin when I finally realized that I needed to give these melodramatic jeans, and my attitude a long rest. I decided to go home, wash my greasy hair, throw on a little blush and wrap myself in a fun white sundress that had been lingering in my closet all winter long. And after I slipped into my favorite golden stitched wedges and threw on an umbrella shaped summer hat, I began to feel like myself again, well, at least it was a start…
I still crave being in the comfort of my dirty worn in jeans and a pair of slip on converse, but today I realized that the day is way too beautiful to waste away wallowing in my own self-pity and suffocating my skin into thick material. It was time to stop concealing my negative emotions in dark layers of clothing and to start embracing all of the light that is already surrounding me. I needed to let my skin breathe and welcome in the fresh spring air, and more than anything else, I needed to feel beautiful again.
So here's to a new day, and a fresh start! And as Mrs. Elizabeth Gilbert likes to say, “Operation Self-Esteem, day fucking one!”
☺
Stay TRU,
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Free Yourself, You "Tough" Sissy Lala's
Recently, I have been noticing how many people I know (including myself), who are afraid to say or do what they really feel.
It's as if we are all terrified of making ourselves vulnerable, so we hide behind false illusions of security and contentment because we don't want to risk being denied, or not having our feelings reciprocated. But if we are all supposedly so "tough" then what are we really afraid of?
Rejection?
Let's be real, what's the worst that can happen if we don't land that dream job, or the person we love doesn't feel the same way for us? Would it leave a scar, force us to the emergency room for a handful of stitches or a big burly cast? Would facing the truth and ultimately being let down lead us off the edge, behind bars or strapped down in a mental institution?
Sometimes it's a blessing in disguise to be rejected or turned down, because it can be the only way you know it's not meant to be and that it's time to move on towards the person or thing that is. As much as it pains us, the truth slapping us across the face can be the perfect wake up call that we need in order to stop loitering around and start living our lives wholeheartedly. It may be just the right push to help us let go of all that was, and all that was never meant to be.
It is sooo easy to stay complacent in the unknown because we can't get hurt there, but if we always stay standing still, then how would we ever be able to get to the other side? In seeking the truth, what we discover may not always be exactly what we were hoping for, but nonetheless, it'll be the truth, and as some clever mind once said' The truth is what will set you free."
Free to move on, free to let go and free to let in.
So stop being a Sissy Lala and free yourself, the world awaits you... :)
Stay TRU <3
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Alone, But Not Lonely
Strutting into a crowded room, she throws back her shoulders, lifts her chin and smiles widely through her eyes. She struggles to fill her lungs with as much air as they can hold, before slowly releasing it…one…two...she is bombarded by high status socialites.
One drink after another, the faces surrounding her become blurred into false representations of a good time.
If she leaves now, she can escape the immoral decisions that lay ahead, but not after one more drink.
She hits the floor before she is able to discover that the door has just been slammed shut behind her.
It’s cold outside and her fingertips stumble to button her coat.
Men beg to take her back to their place where they can try and comfort her through her disarray, but she is no longer in the mood to entertain.
She steals a light that ignites her nightly nicotine fix and winks back at the men who fall like snow behind her, disappearing into one another; reminding her that they’re all the same.
Head down and eyes mirroring the reflection of small puddles filling the streets below, she looks away trying to avoid facing herself.
Headphones drown out the sounds from the outside world as they take her to that place; her place…her sanctuary.
She is alone, but not lonely. For the sky is full of hopeful dreams, and tonight, she is determined her stars will fly.
Life, The Unexpected
Last week, after beating up and bruising my poor little ego to the bone, I decided I needed a cleanse.
I needed to drain out all of the excess stress and self-defeating talk out of my exhausted psyche and pour in a new bath of lukewarm courage and bubbled faith.
I realized that I can't continue to obsess over all that I can't control and I need to learn to have a little faith. Fate can be such a tricky concept to master because it requires trust and belief, definitely a difficult task for me to grasp.
In life, we go through our days controlling everything; what time we wake up, whether or not we eat a healthy breakfast or have no breakfast at all. We decide what to wear, where to park and how enthused we will walk into our work. We determine how hard we are going to work that day or if we are even going to work at all. We get to pick who we come home to at night, a lover, friend, family member, ourselves, or even a Boston Terrier, and then we get the luxury of deciding how much love we are going to give them once we get there.
Whether we accept it or believe it or not, we are in control of just about every aspect of our lives and especially the attitudes that we carry in them. So what happens when the unexpected occurs? A tragedy? A miracle? Does that mean we lose driving privileges in the front seat of our own lives, or does life's unexpectedness signify a brand new vehicle in which we must now learn to take control?
Things happen we do not expect and people hurt us in ways we can not predict, but when someone or something tells you that you no longer have control of your future, don't take a back seat to their prediction and instead, fight to take control of the life that is rightfully yours. Don't sit back idly and watch as the unpredictable, uninvited, and unworthy stomp their way into your territory. Take control of all that you can control and leave the rest up to that little friend we so often like to neglect, and have yourself a little Faith.
Worth the Time
To the outside world he looks like your typical ‘at-risk’ teenager: greasy hair, sagging jeans and a quiet demeanor that is a little rough around the edges. He’s been labeled a ‘lost cause’ in his community because he barely speaks English, he lives in a trailer park and his closest friends spend their time smoking pot and trying to imitate the next generation of new age thugs.
For every adult figure who takes the time to engage in a conversation with him, or even make eye contact for that matter, he is overlooked by a hundred more. That is until today.
Today this growing young man was suspended from school for having drugs on campus. Today was the day, he needed someone to pay attention…and so I did.
Greeting him and his mother outside of his house may be deemed an unconventional method of intervention, but I needed them both to understand the severity of the situation and all that is at stake; his future.
He immediately looked to me for a way to help him because he and I both knew he wanted more for himself.
“What do you want? What do you see happening with your life?” I sincerely asked. “Do you want to graduate high school?” (At the rate he was going, statistics say he wouldn’t have even made it to high school).
“Ya, I want to stay in school. Can you help me with my English and help me learn to read and write?” He stuttered as his head nervously looked down at his worn-in Nike’s.
Already knowing how difficult it was for him to even ask, I happily agreed.
“You better not waste my time though,” My smile now transforming into a fierce grin, “If you really want me to help you, then you better never pull something like this again.” He looked up and made eye contact with me this time, “I’m serious”
He silently nodded his head in agreement and then transitioned his eyes back down to his shoes. I could tell we were both feeling ashamed, but for such different reasons. I felt that I should have paid closer attention to him and worked harder to prevent this from even happening. And from the looks of it (only time will tell) he appeared to feel disappointed in himself for the decisions he made.
I walked away that day wondering how many people ever paid close enough attention to him to help show him a more positive direction in life. Maybe one or two people, or perhaps no one ever did.
What I do know is that we can’t always save everyone, especially if they won’t even help themselves, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t hurt to try. So if there is anyone in your life; a friend, lover, family member or even co-worker who you know is being overlooked, take the time to pay attention…I promise you, it’s an effort you can ALWAYS afford.
Something's Burnin' Up
Coffee shops always take me back to NYC.
With every sip of my hot cafe' Roma, I can taste the energy and power that fight to consume the big cities crowded streets. It makes me wonder what my life would have been like if I chose to stay and continued working in 'Corporate America'...
If I continued to to focus my attention on something intangible, something I enjoyed doing, but that did not define me.
Although I truly miss the city lights, cobbled streets and late nights at Jack's,
There is nothing more powerful than the human soul on fire...So light me up and watch me shine...
What Defines You?
So many of us spend our entire lives trying to fix or forget small insignificant moments in time that have somehow managed to redefine who we are.
Whether it is the moment we foolishly got behind the wheel of a car while we were under the influence, or when we first saw our father's lay a hand on our mother. Or maybe it is the moment we gave away our innocence, cheated on a test, or the time we watched in silence as the person we loved walked out of our lives.
We go through our day's replaying these small moments over and over in our heads, wishing we could change or even wish them away altogether. We allow them to torture and build walls of resentment against us and no-matter how hard we try, we never seem to wholeheartedly forgive ourselves, even if it happened a really long time ago.
For anyone who is still holding a grudge against those small moments where you made a mistake, left someone behind or forgot who you were, don't allow these fallen remnants of time determine who you are and what kind of life you deserve... Leave that to all of the millions of seconds that follow after... for those are the moments that will truly define you...Those are the moments that matter most.
Whether it is the moment we foolishly got behind the wheel of a car while we were under the influence, or when we first saw our father's lay a hand on our mother. Or maybe it is the moment we gave away our innocence, cheated on a test, or the time we watched in silence as the person we loved walked out of our lives.
We go through our day's replaying these small moments over and over in our heads, wishing we could change or even wish them away altogether. We allow them to torture and build walls of resentment against us and no-matter how hard we try, we never seem to wholeheartedly forgive ourselves, even if it happened a really long time ago.
For anyone who is still holding a grudge against those small moments where you made a mistake, left someone behind or forgot who you were, don't allow these fallen remnants of time determine who you are and what kind of life you deserve... Leave that to all of the millions of seconds that follow after... for those are the moments that will truly define you...Those are the moments that matter most.
Not Alone
Last night while putting my car's daily fuel injection in at the gas station, a stranger approached me. He asked me how my night was going and proceeded to tell me about his. Naturally you would think this gentleman was trying to hit on me, but as the conversation continued, I realized he simply wanted someone to talk to.
He told me about how lonely and difficult it has been for him since he has moved here from NY a few months ago and proceeded to speak about all of the things that had been bothering him. I simply listened.
Later that night, I found myself at the local Denny's at 12am sitting in my favorite corner booth nestled up to a strong cup of coffee. I was trying to finish some work, when yet another complete stranger approached me,
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" he asked.
As I nodded my head in agreement, he let out a sigh of relief and made his way into the seat across from me. Two hours later, we were still in deep conversation about his life and the current struggles he too was dealing with. He had literally just gotten out of jail and came straight to Denny's to clear his head before having to go out and face the world. As I listened intently to his stories and current predicament, it made me realize how vital human connections are in this life.
Even if it is something as simple as a random conversation or smile in their direction, everyone needs to feel that they are acknowledged and alive at times. Because in a world full of billions of people, it's truly insane how alone so many people feel.
Someone once told me that life is about building relationships and feeling like you have a purpose. After last nights unexpected connections, even if they were only for a small fragmented moment in time, I was reminded just how important human connections really are.
So no-matter where your destinations will take you today; filling up your car at a gas station, eating at a restaurant, working out at the school gym, sitting on a plane on your way to a business trip or even while watching a sunset on the beach in Oyster Bay, make sure you find the courage to reach out to one another and put your energy out into the world...
For you never know who or what the world will give you in return...
He told me about how lonely and difficult it has been for him since he has moved here from NY a few months ago and proceeded to speak about all of the things that had been bothering him. I simply listened.
Later that night, I found myself at the local Denny's at 12am sitting in my favorite corner booth nestled up to a strong cup of coffee. I was trying to finish some work, when yet another complete stranger approached me,
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" he asked.
As I nodded my head in agreement, he let out a sigh of relief and made his way into the seat across from me. Two hours later, we were still in deep conversation about his life and the current struggles he too was dealing with. He had literally just gotten out of jail and came straight to Denny's to clear his head before having to go out and face the world. As I listened intently to his stories and current predicament, it made me realize how vital human connections are in this life.
Even if it is something as simple as a random conversation or smile in their direction, everyone needs to feel that they are acknowledged and alive at times. Because in a world full of billions of people, it's truly insane how alone so many people feel.
Someone once told me that life is about building relationships and feeling like you have a purpose. After last nights unexpected connections, even if they were only for a small fragmented moment in time, I was reminded just how important human connections really are.
So no-matter where your destinations will take you today; filling up your car at a gas station, eating at a restaurant, working out at the school gym, sitting on a plane on your way to a business trip or even while watching a sunset on the beach in Oyster Bay, make sure you find the courage to reach out to one another and put your energy out into the world...
For you never know who or what the world will give you in return...
Worth the Fight?
Why is it so EASY to be HARD on ourselves?
I'm too fat!
My hair looks gross!
I'm so stupid!
Who would ever love me?!
It's as if being hard on ourselves is a full time job that we can't afford to miss the pay cut for.
But when it comes to being positive and confident, it can be the single greatest challenge of our day.
I am beautiful?
I look good in these jeans?
I deserve a good man?
I deserve a raise!?
It's as if the second we start to believe we're talented, or God forbid beautiful we tense up like a ball of frazzled stress and start running back to our old BFF Negative Nancy. Do we enjoy torturing ourselves or is it something we've grown so accustomed to that we don' know how to reverse the painful cycle?
I figure if self-worth and confidence is something I can only achieve if I work at it, I mine as well put up a really good fight in the process. Because let's face it ladies, we are feisty little creatures already! We constantly fight each other, fight our men, our parents and siblings and even the employees at work get a little of our wrath every once in a while...So why not redirect some of that energy and start fighting for ourselves?
Who Knows? We may even find out we're worth it!
I'm too fat!
My hair looks gross!
I'm so stupid!
Who would ever love me?!
It's as if being hard on ourselves is a full time job that we can't afford to miss the pay cut for.
But when it comes to being positive and confident, it can be the single greatest challenge of our day.
I am beautiful?
I look good in these jeans?
I deserve a good man?
I deserve a raise!?
It's as if the second we start to believe we're talented, or God forbid beautiful we tense up like a ball of frazzled stress and start running back to our old BFF Negative Nancy. Do we enjoy torturing ourselves or is it something we've grown so accustomed to that we don' know how to reverse the painful cycle?
I figure if self-worth and confidence is something I can only achieve if I work at it, I mine as well put up a really good fight in the process. Because let's face it ladies, we are feisty little creatures already! We constantly fight each other, fight our men, our parents and siblings and even the employees at work get a little of our wrath every once in a while...So why not redirect some of that energy and start fighting for ourselves?
Who Knows? We may even find out we're worth it!
Finding the time to find myself
Well hello! It has been quite some time since my thoughts have traced over these blank pages. I hope you don’t feel neglected, it is just that I have had so much on my mind lately, but at the same time it has been completely blank!
Why is it so easy to forget about or forego the simple things in life that make us so happy? If you think about how many hours are in a day (24 for you math magicians) why is it that we can hardly find even 5 minutes for ourselves????
I know the easy excuses are that we get caught up in everyday routines and obligations from work, to kids or spouses, to pets, the trip to the bank, grocery shopping, laundry, dishes and of course the phone that won’t stop ringing! But when do we ever get time to soak in the moment and sunbathe under a ray of self-reflection and worth?
I recently moved into my very own apartment and even as a young women without pets or children, I still find it near impossible to enjoy a moment to celebrate and love little ol’ me.
So whether you are single or married with five kids, a science major or even a math whiz, find the time to add up enough hours in the week to dedicate to you and only you! Whether it’s relaxing with the paper, taking a jog, reading the twilight series (yet again), or even taking a well deserved nap in the middle of the day… just make sure you make the time!
Because as we all know time fly’s by sooo fast and we don’t want to wake up one day jetlagged on the runway wondering why our life has left us behind...
Why is it so easy to forget about or forego the simple things in life that make us so happy? If you think about how many hours are in a day (24 for you math magicians) why is it that we can hardly find even 5 minutes for ourselves????
I know the easy excuses are that we get caught up in everyday routines and obligations from work, to kids or spouses, to pets, the trip to the bank, grocery shopping, laundry, dishes and of course the phone that won’t stop ringing! But when do we ever get time to soak in the moment and sunbathe under a ray of self-reflection and worth?
I recently moved into my very own apartment and even as a young women without pets or children, I still find it near impossible to enjoy a moment to celebrate and love little ol’ me.
So whether you are single or married with five kids, a science major or even a math whiz, find the time to add up enough hours in the week to dedicate to you and only you! Whether it’s relaxing with the paper, taking a jog, reading the twilight series (yet again), or even taking a well deserved nap in the middle of the day… just make sure you make the time!
Because as we all know time fly’s by sooo fast and we don’t want to wake up one day jetlagged on the runway wondering why our life has left us behind...
The Easy Way Out
Right before I turned to run away, something brought me back... back to myself.
Why is it so easy to run from the possibility of failure or even better yet, the idea or success? In this rat race of self-discovery we fight any possibility of ever becoming more then we are right now and we act as if our potential isn't 400 feet in front of us, about to lap us on the track.
Yes we have those moments where the finish line is in sight, but we are so afraid of what is on the other side that too often we take ourselves out of the race altogether. And this way we never have to know if we were going to make it or not and we can go through life without ever having to risk anything at all, especially failure.
So we put our hands over our head and choke up a few excuses of exhaustion or bad running shoes and proceed to throw in the towel. We retreat back to the starting line where we may or may not have the courage to begin again, but at least this way we won't have to watch as others finish in front of us.
We are safe in our resting place and have nothing to lose. And because we have nothing to lose, we will never have anything worth gaining, so we must ask ourselves which is worse... the risk of failure or the risk to succeed?
My Nana
There is this beautiful and incredibly talented young woman who reminds me everyday who I am and even more, what type of person I want and deserve to be.
She brings color and laughter to my world as she forces out the best parts of me. Her mere presence takes me back to my inner child that I so often tend to neglect....There is never a dull moment when we're stuck together.
This morning, I had to watch as this crazy little ball of energy flew away on a plane that will bring her that much closer to her dreams. She will be moving to the University of Hawaii where she has dreamed of playing soccer for a long time. And although it is insanely painful to watch her go, her ability to fight for what she wants in this life has inspired me to never settle for anything less than everything!
I have watched her fall, break and sacrifice everything to make this dream come true and even though there were many times she wanted to give up, through it all, she has finally made it happen! It wouldn't make a difference if she dreamed to be a movie star, a dancer ("Heeere's Breezy") or the secretary of state, what matters most is that she had the courage and passion to follow her dreams wholeheartedly. She didn't take the easy way out and she didn't give up when things got hard. She never once waited around for life to hand her anything, she made her dreams come true all on her own.
This amazing young woman is destined for greatness and this journey of hers is only the beginning...
And I am so grateful and proud to be able to call this kooky little person who I look up to most my baby sister.
Te quiero mucho Bobby Boy
Steroids + Scrawny
A Party Poopers Pity Party
Permission to feel sorry for myself for the next hour…
Every once in a while we all deserve the right to dance the night away at our own pity party. It just so happens, my fiesta is tonight.
I would invite you all to share in my sappy sulking, but I think this dance floor is only big enough for one of us and I didn’t bring my dancing shoes for nothing.
Although I typically pride myself on positive self-affirmation, tonight I am going to allow myself to just feel whatever it is I need to feel in order to move beyond this evening in one piece. And if that means putting on my favorite party dress and accessorizing it with the latest trends of self-pity and mascara stained pillow cases then count me in!
My VIP guest list will consist of your favorite love to hate emotions misery, discourage and loneliness and if anyone knows how to throw a pity party it is these guys. They are the first to show up and always the last to leave and lucky for me they travel in packs.
They are heavy drinkers when it comes to taking shots to the ego and can down any forty from my wallet in a heartbeat. By the end of the night they will leave you empty handed in a puddle of your own word vomit while country’s music’s latest depressing top 20 is on repeat in the background.
Together we can throw one hell of a party and maybe if you’re lucky, next time I’ll at least save you a dance
How Far Will You Go...?
What are you willing to give up to get where you want to go? How long will you fight for a dream if there is no evidence of it ever coming true?
To get to where we want or become that person we know we can truly be, it takes a lot more then being talented or passionate…it takes sacrifice. You can usually determine how bad you want something by how much you are willing to give up in order to get it. We sacrifice our time, beauty rest, money, personal needs and overall self-satisfaction, but what if that is still not enough?
What if we have to sacrifice living our comfortable and moderately satisfying lives in order to become more then what we are right now?
Too often people fall victim to their current circumstances and throw away their drive and ambition to the expectations of others. They lose themselves in the familiarity of relationships, friendships and even jobs, because it is much easier to stay comfortable in a situation then allow ourselves to venture out of our all too familiar comfort zone.
Take a look around at the circle of people in your life right now and I guarantee the majority of them stopped fighting (or never even began) for what they really wanted for themselves.
Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow that talent to the dark places where it leads
So what are you willing to give up and how far are you willing to go to get to where you truly want?
Because in the end, it is all up to you how far you will go...
Abandon ship even though it's scary as shit
I wish we could tear out pages in our lives as easily as we do in our journals. Leaving little to no trace of its painful existence.
Perhaps beginning a new page entirely is better then trying to twine together all the missing pieces. Accepting that what was lost is now gone forever and all we have left is the empty spaces of a new blank page… awaiting our arrival
Change is scary as shit. Charles Darwin once said,
Eventhough change is never easy for anyone, how fun would life really be if the tides didn’t throw us overboard every once in awhile?
So what if you are a horrible swimmer and prone to sea sickness? It doesn’t matter if you have to pant like a dying fish until your floppy fins turn into wings, sometimes that is what it takes in order to fly.
We have to be willing to go outside of ourselves in order to tap into who we can truly become.
And if pain is what it takes to redefine the mess we've made of our lives, then I guess its a good time we start toughenin' up
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