God does not grant courage;
only the opportunity to be courageous.
If you fall seven times
you have the opportunity
to stand up eight times.
I will lend my hand
and offer my love.
Bethany G. Blicq
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I know that I over think every possible situation and analyze everything before finally making a decision but please don't tell me to "relax".
My future is in my hand right out in front of me, I keep holding it up no matter how tired my arm gets because I am determined.
I am so determined to make something of it and then you just tell me to drop it.
Telling me to relax is like telling me to drop my future, like I can just pick it up off of the floor when it is time for me to do something with it.
Like I can just start from where I left off.
Relaxing is like dropping my future and just when it is time for me to get it started, it is already ruined because I broke it when I "relaxed".
I have come so far from not knowing what I wanted to do with my life and where I want to go and who I want to be so NO I am not going to "relax".
I am not going to let go of all the progress I have made just so I can not be ready when I have to fend for myself.
I am going to be ready.
I will relax when I succeed.
Listen, because I think this is something
you need to hear. You are not a failure.
You have not failed yourself by being upset.
You have not failed the world by being yourself.
You failed to be happy, but that does not
make you a failure. You are yourself, you
look like yourself, you feel like yourself, and
there is nothing more beautiful than who
you are. Do not look to others for the
beauty you feel you do not possess, because
if you look within, you will see beauty
like you never thought could exist. If you
live life as yourself, you will become more
beautiful than you could imagine. Look
at yourself like I look at you, and you
will become more beautiful than you could
imagine. You are more beautiful than
any imagination thought you could be.
I'm an adult now it seems
maybe different from the rest
the ones I 'grew up' with gone but I won't
I've worked the last seven months
I did it because I had to
my mum kicked me out
I had to pay the bills
buy my meals
remember to wash too
looking back on it though
I have nothing to show for it
I'm alive and well and warm, I guess
so why does my life feel like such a mess
if I look back on previous bank statements
I should be a fucking millionaire???
ok perhaps that's an exaggeration
but you get my point
I work a lot and a fair bit of money comes
but way more seems to leave and I don't
If that's just me or the way it goes
I don't want to fight this life
always toe to toe
day to day or week to week
at the end of the day most of us
trying to stay on our feet
trying to make ends meet
I'm sat here in my living room on my phone comparing myself to all eight hundred plus friends I don't know and I
can't help but think
"my future isn't looking good to be honest but I don't usually see past the twenty fifth of every month anyway so ignorance is bliss"
Determination strikes so occasionally for me,
As if prospering only in the strictest of conditions,
But when it does sprout up from nowhere,
My head is filled with so many visions.
I see a course ahead of me traveled by many,
But conquered by very few,
And my probability to succeed is not greater,
That seems to be true.
But I feel like no road worth paving
Will manage to pave itself.
A book does not find its own way
Onto the tall, looming bookshelf.
The pavement must be my doing,
For the result to be worthwhile;
I have not always accepted this,
But then I was in denial.
If you are complacent,
And expect your road to unfold,
You will grow very frustrated as nothing happens,
And you will only become old.
i think i have it figured out,
only to fail miserably.
but i still make progress,
failing less miserably each time.
a trial and error effort of sorts.
oh, each time,
i think i have it figured out,
that it's my time to succeed.
each time i fall short,
but each time i fall a little longer.
at some point,
i will make it across the line,
and finally succeed.
Now, the mountains rise
But we must cast the dice
Being powerless will not suffice
Fear, must be courage in disguise
But, alas, there the trophy on top
The soil may crack, but we may hop
And as inferno grabs, we must not stop
Until the fingertips, on the gold, drop
Lately I've been searching
To the deepest parts of my mind
I've got this sudden urge of yearning
While I'm hoping I'll find the answers somewhere inside
I'm not too sure if I'll succeed
Or if my head is just stuck in some old daydream
I'll never know if I don't proceed
But my god, there has to be something more than this routine
It can't just be about waking up for the pay
Wanting to smile, but rather sigh
Counting down the hours of today
And even then not feeling satisfied
So with this might I have left in me
I quit, I quit to slaving away my energy
Here's to putting it towards my dreams
Because my god, I know there's so much more to me
Tracing my path through the darkness,
Taking the soft mist through shaky fingers
I gaze brazenly with starlight gazing back
An unquestioning blind dare to leap-
And not succumb to a shadowy abyss,
Leap when I can't see the ground in the dark
So i do, arms spread,
Fingers trailing through the passing night
One long, weightless, moment, eternity
Wild, hopeful, willing,
My feet skim the grass as I, spinning,
Tumble blissfully into the golden sun,
Blinking, and blinded with joy,
I take up the light in my hands
For I have made it from the crossing,
From the dark,
I have made it to the sun