We question why we fail time and time again to achieve
the things we had so tirelessly set out to accomplish; but our worth is not
defined by our failures. Let me repeat that again. Our worth is NOT defined by
We’ve become so fearful of disappointments, that our progressions,
dreams and prosperities have been silenced by all-consuming self doubt and
apprehension of the unknown. But why have we allowed ourselves to become so accepting
of our growth hindering stagnancies and lack of self improvement, when our
lives have developed into an unconsciously predictable, monotonous routine, day
in, day out? Why are we constantly running into immobilizing roadblocks and why
can we never seem to find our way out of the impenetrable darkness that has
become ourselves… the darkness that is our belief that we will never be
anything greater, stronger and wiser than what we are in this very moment?
The strongest thing about you was the thing he had forgotten to appreciate… your audacity.
There was a time that you had loved him so passionately with each and every inch of your delicate, naïve heart… but now there’s nothing more than just a lingering emptiness inside your chest where his heart used to rest silently against yours, entangled within your existence. And sometimes, you catch yourself thinking about the days when everything was just a little bit simpler… when every embrace felt like home and every kiss felt like eternity.
When we give ourselves the strength to let go of all the things we cannot control, rather than allowing them to hold power over our lives, we free ourselves from all the anger, hatred, guilt, regret and unrealistic expectations we have for ourselves, and the lives we live.
Do you ever pause and anxiously scramble for that perfectly sculpted fairy-tale response to appear in your mind when people ask the unnerving question “where do you plan to be in 5 years?”
I usually avoid this question like the plague and take it as lightly as my heart will allow. But as I sit here now meticulously pondering this question I’ve come to realize it has more than likely manifested by my undying fear of the unknown, rejection and the apprehension that the future I had hoped for would result in crumbling dreams and aspirations.
Even the slightest thoughts about the future had previously made me sick to my stomach, and even now I still catch my wondering becoming obsessive at times when I contemplate how I could possibly think about where I hypothetically ‘could’ be in 5 years, when I can’t even figure out where I theoretically ‘should’ be.