We are the carrier of our own masks.

Have you ever found yourself waking up next to someone knowing very well that you will one day have to break their heart? Yet, you kept crawling into bed. You kept convincing yourself that love comes in all shades, and that this was good, enough. You had tried the raw stuff once or twice, and it ate you alive. It broke your spine.

Have you ever found yourself shrinking back, because you didn’t think you could make it? Because you didn’t think you had it in you? Yet, you watched yourself twist and turn in your own bearings, wanting nothing more than to rise up. Feeling ashamed after each and every missed opportunity.

Have you ever found yourself in a room full of people who only knew your name? They looked at you with eyes that couldn't see you. They wanted a piece of you, but you couldn't connect to your own essence. It escaped you.


How many times in our lives will we not rise to the occasion? How many times will we feed ourselves distractions, instead of having the courage to clear the mud?

These habits of mine. They're wasting my time.