Learning to take things

One step at a time.

This is what I'm reaffirming in myself every single day.

For the best, I should I hope.

I understand now,

That wishing for something to happen,

To constantly be looking for something to just, appear in front of me:

Is insane.

As such,

I'm not waiting.

I'm letting life move at it's own pace, no matter how much I might not enjoy that pace.

And I'm going to live,

And learn,

And make stupid mistakes.

And that's okay.

Because, I know,

That the harder I work,

The more time I put into the things I love,

The better off I will be.

I love you all.

Running Up That Hill

Everyday is a struggle for some.

To achieve, to succeed, to be happy, to be alive.

And it is through these struggles that we become stronger.

We run up the infinitely tall hill for all of eternity, struggling to find that which we most desire.

But we have people in our lives who guide us, who give us a hand, who show us the right way to do things.

We have those people who wish nothing more than to see us fall.

But in this struggle, we fight on, or we die.

And I refuse to die.

So, everyday, I will struggle.

With my insecurities, my cynicism, my self image, my lack of skill.

But I will struggle,

And I will fight,

Until the day I die.

I love you.

Never forget, that I'm right there with you.

Climbing up that hill.

Nobody Said It Was Easy

This has been my mantra for a while. "Nobody said it was easy", a rallying cry for my life.
For things that I've done, things that I've wished to have done, and things that I've failed to do. It's difficult, because every time I sit and think by myself, I'm never really sure where my life is going, or where it has gone. It scares me to think that, maybe, I'm not supposed to be with anyone.

Or at least, if I am supposed to be with someone, I have to be comfortable with myself first. And that's the worst part. I try to be confident, to be the person I wish I could be; but it gets a little bit harder every day. After a while, the mask you've worn for so long starts to show signs of wear. So, maybe it's time for me to take the mask off.

Is the mask my body image? My sense of humor? My insecurities? My lack of control?

I don't know, and this, ladies and gentlemen, scares me more than a lot of things have scared me.

But, I have to take this step, a move in the direction I want to go in.

I have to take charge, and work for the betterment of myself, and the world around me.

So, no matter how hard it might seem,

No matter the challenges ahead,

I have to keep taking that step forward.

Have a good weekend everyone.

I love you.