Terrified of the end we push it away but it is in the dying that we remember we are really alive.
We can get a lot in life if we just ask.
Sometimes I want to feel alive… Like, really alive.
One of the greatest challenges we face is not knowing.
Every day is different… Our experiences dictated by each person that comes into our lives- how they respond to us and in turn- how we are affected by them.
There’s no denying that some days we wake up feeling better than others. On those days we must capitalize and make the most of the energy we’ve been given.
There is always more room to grow.
Our story remains our story because we keep telling ourselves the same thing- if we want a new story we much change our narrative.
What is normal? Is there really such a thing? And if so, do we really want to be it…?
The struggle is real. Or… is it?