It’s unpredictable. It’s unstable. Half of the time, it doesn’t make sense. Curve balls and surprises. I jounaled daily in private anticipation of my future. Sitting today, that girl was filled with so much life as she penned down her life as it looked through her unmarred eyes. She probably was more alive than she is today. She was more receptive to all that life had to hand her. Of course she did not see the curve balls. She wasn’t as scared. She had a holy bold fear that allowed her to dream and dive all in.
Now she over analyses and forgets to live. She is terrified
at the thought of new mistakes. But what that girl didn’t have at
the time was the resolve to push forward even if. She had plans and no heart.
I am grateful that I dreamt
passionately and limitlessly. Because that coupled up with resolve is
unstoppable. I do not ever want to wake up from a slumber called my own life. I
will pursue staying woke to my dreams and passions. Curve balls and all.
@That Girl Relatable.๐
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