Spectacular places, pretty faces, fancy cars, exclusive bars. Life used to be so glamorous--things used to be so fabulous. Times change, locations re-arrange, influences are variable, some of them better--others terrible. Through all of these changes, life's small and large occasions mind-set variations. Tired of the struggle. Out of the rat race. Success is not just your talent but knowing how to use it to benefit your brothers.
I am not great. I am just part of the human race. I have my faults and problems. But, rather than give up I will solve them. At least accept that I can use my talent to set me apart from the rest. I can be the best. I can have a big chest and be featured on your wide screen set.
Today's insecurities are brought on by yesterday's shortcomings. The lack of using my ability to become who I want to be. I put myself in a box. Hit myself in the head with a rock. Refusing to acknowledge what I have and then locking that talent up.
Now I am personally liberated. My fears have jumped ship and vacated, have been evacuated. I am on a six-week conquest. To make the better, the best. To give up all potential of regret and live the life that I request.
From this day forward I pledge to be who I am. Whether that means I eat roast duck in France or french fries from a Mc Donald's garbage can. I don't give a fuck what others think because they serve only in personal interest. With new found interest in my interests the sky is the limit.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment