Remember to look back.
Not at the pain or regrets, but…
To honor your progress.
To appreciate how far you’ve come.
And what you’ve overcome.
Remember to look back.
The hardest promises to keep are the ones we make to ourselves.
At least, this has been the case for me.
But I want you to know…
Don’t feel bad about not keeping those promises.
It’s easy to forget…
One moment you’re on top of the world.
You know you can do it.
You have the power.
Life knocks you down.
Fear and insecurities set in.
You feel different.
You do what you have to do.
Your thoughts take you to another realm.
You slip back into things you wanted to leave behind.
You judge yourself.
Feel bad about yourself.
But you are…
Worthy and enough.
Being of love.
Just give yourself a helping hand.
It is up to you to make the changes you need in your life.
To strive and thrive.
And take back all…
All you thought that was lost within you.
But it was only asleep.
Waiting to be awoken.
And there will be no perfection…
Not in reflection of a mirror.
Not the walls.
Not the floor.
Not the door.
Not the windows.
Not in anything that’s ever meant to serve…
Inanimate objects made by man.
Until you grasp the perfection of mortality.
In the eternal saga of creation.
A rock, a bird, or a tree…
None seek perfection.
Yet they achieve it.
Simply by being.
It’s just humanity…
The one who judges and deems something…
Either perfect or imperfect.
Beautiful or ugly.
That in itself could be deemed a flaw.
Even all the chaos, destruction and pain…
As they are.
Perfection does not bend to morality.
It’s just humanity who seeks redemption.
In everything they could possibly find.
And in this desperation they fall blind.
Unable to see it right in front of them.
The beautiful being…
That they are.
And all the beauty that there is.
Always within reach.
As a human, I did not choose to be born.
But as a soul, I chose to be born as a human.
Become the one you desire.
And don’t look back.
The stars belong with me.
Let it all burn.
As he is. I become.
Some people don’t like it when you rise to the top.
They cannot stand that you’re successful.
And so I’ve learned…
Not to be afraid of being an asshole.
Whether on purpose or not.
To someone, somewhere, you will always be one.
Some people can’t stand it when you resist.
They cannot deal with the fact you’re not taking it like a champ when they’re beating you down.
And they only see what they want to see.
Through their own pain and suffering.
Their level of understanding and beliefs.
As much as anyone would love to make someone else see things differently, it might just be impossible.
And so you must live with that.
Deal with it.
When you have the tools to handle it, you can come through the other side even better.
As we seek love and acceptance, this may be no easy task.
To accept that sometimes we won’t be loved and accepted.
And to love…
First and foremost.
A while ago I felt him awaken within me.
For the longest time, he slept.
Caged and chained.
He’s free now, I thought.
I’ve let him go, but I still put a leash on him.
I guess, I was afraid to let him roam.
Completely free to go anywhere he wants.
Do whatever he wants.
Oh, and he’s got no fear.
Thoughts and opinions of others mean nothing.
He’s freedom itself.
One I’ve desired for so, so long.
I’ve come to love him.
Stronger and deeper with time.
He has no concept of perfection.
He’s got the courage to take what he wants and needs.
But he doesn’t need to be brave.
He doesn’t need to be anything.
He just is.
Thus, he can have it all.
He has it all.
Judgement haunts me, but is nothing to him.
My beliefs stop me.
While he believes in nothing.
He doesn’t need to.
So what happens if I truly let go?
I know that a lot of amazing things will come.
But it’s a special feeling that pushes me forward.
I feel him rise.
As he does, so do I.
A feeling so strong.
So extremely powerful.
Like a broken dam that can no longer hold the flow of a river.
My thoughts, fears, anxiety.
The way I judge myself.
My desire to be good, so I can be seen as good by others.
Be loved by others.
It’s all just broken pieces of what I thought I should be.
No longer capable of stopping who I am.
It’s time to level up.
I no longer fit in this box.
Never was supposed to.
It’s not easy.
Even painful at times.
But it’s just so damn incredible.
To feel this power.
To know I’m more than I ever thought I could be.
It must go.
Let it flow.