You reread every text message five times. You look at old messages. You never know what to say.
Time feels slow if you are waiting on something. But we do not have much of it. Why wouldn’t we want to race to good parts if we can get there faster?
I tried to be normal and I failed. Believe me, I wish I could succeed at being normal.
If an idea is good, money is a side effect. Ideas are the real currency.
A growth-based decision becomes the story of your life later. A fear-based decision turns into regret.
But eventually, we all heal. Wounds go into scars. Some bits of me will grow back, others will not. I will learn how to live without those.
You can’t find yourself among those who made you feel lost, abandoned and misunderstood. You can’t revive your soul when you’re surrounded by those who wrecked it.
In these recent moments though – my God – I am feeling an itch – to fuck shit up in the best of ways. To make an impact, make it known, and to whistle as I work. I am ready to forge, to be a change agent and to be a voice for others who want to listen.
You’re actually trying to escape from yourself, not the place where you live.
When God doesn’t give you something you’re praying for right away, it means he’s not done teaching you what you need to learn. He’ll bring you changes that will ultimately change you and you’ll look back and understand why you had to wait.