How much will it take to get you to give up on your dreams?
A stiff wind of adversity used to be all that took to get me to give up.
I would fight to the death for other dreams but my own…
I have to admit that I used to use the excuses of I was waiting on God to tell me what to do and how to do things before I could make my dreams come true.
I was afraid of letting him down. I was afraid of letting myself down.
Now that no longer matters to me. All that matters is my try. I do the best I can and don’t worry about the outcome. Not anymore.
I love the world. Period. End of story. Whether I am love back is not the point. Not anymore.
It hurts.
Not to be loved.
In return.
Yet I love.
Still.
Anyway.
In spite of.
Despite.
Regardless.
Why?
Because:
The world needs, to be loved.
I used to think:
I wasn’t not enough.
I was.
I am.
Period.
End of story.
Now, I write a new story.
One where I am:
Living, with intention.
Making diamonds in my shoes, from walking with hard, up Joy Mountain, bringing down mountains of:
Fear:
Despair.
Doubt.
Anger.
Pain.
Apathy.
Mediocrity.
I shall pursue:
Excellence.
Relentlessly.
Relentless, I shall vanquish EVERY sin, that can so easily beset me.
Outrageously, I shall chase down EVERY heart I can wrap my arms around to let him/her/they know:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU.
Lastly, okay, so yall know I just like saying lastly…π€·ββοΈππ€
Finally, beloveds, open your heart wide. Let some light and life in, wouldja please and thanks. Asking for a Friend.
His and yours,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
#HereForIt
Note: Don’t EVER, no NEVA, hecks to the naw, NEVER, give up on you. Keep going. I go with you. As does The Universe. You are exactly where you are supposed to be. The Universe has already taken our dumbness into account. Good thing, huh?π€£ππ€¦ββοΈππ₯°π
