i'm not saying it has to be perfect. it just has to be. you know? you have to make sure it happens, at some point, somehow, somewhere. you have to try until it happens. forget perfection, forget other people's voices. forget your voice if you need to. just focus on that one moment when your dream will become reality. that is when nothing else will matter - because you will have done whatever it took to get there.
i have spent so many nights crying and so many days doing the same thing over and over again .. that i almost forgot what my mind needs, what my heart wants, and what my body longs for.
change is vital. you need change if you want to become a better person. you need novelty if you want to grow. you need water, and fire, and wind, and earth if you want to keep moving. never settle for less. never ever. fight until you can no more. then rise up and fight again. rise up and fight again. there is no such thing like failure. no such thing like the end. you strive for your freedom, child. and say yes and please whenever you least hope for tomorrow. you might have the surprise to find sun amidst all the darkness when you least expect it.
and then, after you have gotten what you fought for, breathe. breathe the air as long as you need to. and lie on the ground, listen to the earth - she will have wise words to tell you. look up into the sky and feel the fire in your heart. feel the freedom flowing like a river over you, flooding you with hope for tomorrow. and be. just be. perfect and shining, ready to for the world to start unfolding in front of you.
sâmbătă, 3 octombrie 2015
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