If only that didn’t happen back then.
If only I could of said I loved you earlier.
If only, If only………
For those of us who were or are stuck in a mindset, depression, linked to death be it that of a loved one, a job, an idea, the struggle to love your life and that around you, freedom awaits…to an extent, if you can learn to kill.
Sure we can listen to a podcast about life transition and meet loads of people who have taken the risk to change their life, look away from the abyss and search for better light but nothing of it means anything until you find that excitement again in your life.
Sometimes it comes from an event, sometimes from story and in most times, from the one you love. To be encouraged, motivated and promoted is essential to rebirthing your true calling.
No one wakes up wanting to work in an office, no one comes home at the end of the day, cuts on their hands, and grease in their nails thinking, “Boy I’m living the dream”. We do it because we have to. But somewhere along the line we lost it.
We lost the promise we made to ourselves when we were still running around with a red towel on our back pretending to fly.
What did you say you would be again when you grew up?
So why aren’t you there?
Life discourages dreams. Its sets the platform for structure that fits in with everyone else. You grow, get educated and you work. Bills come, so you work some more. A house and Kids come, and then you work forever.
Murder the thought, dispose of its ideology that hey “that’s life”.
As you do, the decay of the time that once was will expose a skeletal reminder of what life is, what it could be, but is also the motivator, the rear view mirror to keep going to pursue the real you.
You will know when this happens; the colour of new life will spew out of the old decayed you that you so dearly clung to. The colour will brighten, broaden and continue to fall away from your life as a bill payer, a scorned lover or grieving friend. A new era awaits to be evolved from a regurgitation of idea and spirit.
Look at this picture and identify your stale ideology, kill it and turn blood into colour once more.
You deserve more to life than life itself.
You deserve you.
Written by > Michael Nesci
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