You were convinced your life had deep meaning and purpose.
You knew it was your destiny to change the world.
So you took risks. You went out on a limb. You made decisions not based on a practical way to climb the typical ladder of success, but based on a small voice inside telling you to screw the ladder and jump.
So you did. With both eyes closed and an enormous smile on your face.
The words you wrote may have been naive and riddled with grammar errors, but they were real and alive and full of conviction.
You saw the world and knew it was beautiful and that you were the luckiest girl in it.
Remember how you believed every day mattered?
That every person you passed on the street wasn’t just part of the scenery, but a unique soul who’s path was forever intertwined in yours.
Remember how you lived your life always looking for signs, which seems ridiculous now, but you actually found them?
Rainy days and ocean sprays made you cry.
Remember, dear one, when you would dream the most fantastic dreams, and you just knew (like you recognized your own face) that they would happen?
It was simply a fact.
What once felt like an adventure feels like a hassle. Somehow you’ve arrived at the place where the magical feels mundane.
Even when you start to dream again you are hit full force with a dark voice that you’ve allowed a platform on your inner stage,
“Nothing will ever change.”
When the easy way out looks inviting, or simply that all other paths are impossible,
When you’ve been lulled to sleep by an over- saturation of worry, doubt, jealously and fear, or worse, you simply feel… nothing.
When it seems like everyone else gets a break, that you’re stuck in this endless cycle and trying and failing, of constant disappointment.
Keep going, my dear. Every. Single. Day.
Keep yourself open, my dear. Even open to pain.
Don’t forget my dear, dreams don’t have deadlines. Just because you’re not where you thought you’d be, doesn’t mean it’s over.
Keep hoping. Surround yourself with dreamers.
Dream big, but know that what you’re doing now matters:
This moment matters. Today. How you react to your husband. How you treat the waitress. What you create. How you treat yourself. How you love.
Be one of the foolish ones that shames the “wise.”
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Wonderful and beautiful – truth.
LOVE this! “How you treat the waitress.” Was that a reference a story I told you about your grandfather? How he taught me empathy for a bad waitress by telling me we didn’t kow what troubles may be going on in her life, and to treat her kindly?
Thanks! I honestly don’t remember that story, but that’s cool! I think you can tell a lot about a person by how they treat their waitress. ❤