It’s finally setting in that i’m doing this. I’ve clung onto love for fear of things i don’t understand. and it hurts so much to say bye knowing youdont want too, but its working i can finally wake up without that pang in my chest, and the days i still do, i pray.
“So called ‘late-bloomers’ get a bad rap. Sometimes the people with the greatest potential often take the longest to find their path because their sensitivity is a double edged sword- it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it also makes them more susceptible to life’s pains. Good thing we aren’t being penalized for handing in our purpose late. The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines.”—Jeff Brown (via uzowuru)
I’m not sad. More like frustrated with myself and I don’t know why. Sometimes it feels like all i thought i was striving to do is falling apart. Everyone forgets the lessons, even me. I believe in 2 years my life will change drastically. i believe I must work hard now, because it’ll be my turn to guide. I believe i’m doing it all wrong. breaking bonds all over the place. Simply hoping for the future i’m trying to manifest. can’t do it all. wisdom in training. quite frankly i don’t know shit.