I look at my life for what it is. Regardless of my mistakes, shortcomings, trip ups, etc. I'm here and I think I'm doing a lot better than I'd like to admit. Some nights I worry and I cry and I feel like somebody out there owes me the fucking truth. But I don't want your truth or hers or his. I want the truth. But I know what happened. I mean, it happened to me. In this way, I have received truth. I go over it time and time again but the story stays the same. I have the facts and I'm running with that.
Commit yourself to kind words, kinds acts and a life of compassion. Sometimes I weigh the benefits of trying to be a good person in a world with so much negativity. I've tossed these thoughts away and in doing so; I promise to remain myself. Loving, caring, down-to-earth, hard working -- vivacious. I am all of these things and a few cuts and bruises isn't going to change that.
You either rise or you fall. And falling for me means giving into all of this toxic shit around me. Giving into being bitter, giving into childish behaviors, giving into acts of revenge.
I'm growing and to be honest: I've been ahead of you for a very, very long time. I'm moving.
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I feel you....
ReplyDeleteFor me, giving in would mean: to material things. All the s**t that is of the world.
I am (we are all) constant work in progress.
yeah, that's a tough battle to fight too. stay strong, mama<3
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