Hope Is Not Crazy

Today, I feel hopeful.

-Rule

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All I’ve Ever Wanted is to be an ORIGINAL.

Yeah, that’s right.

I never wanted to be a doctor or lawyer or teacher or astronaut or rocket scientist.

I just wanted to grow up to be different.

Think different.

Act different.

I wanted to be an Original

Break the status quo.

  1. Choose my own path.
  2. Live my own dream.
  3. Stay inside the lines long enough to gain their trust.
  4. Then start wrecking havoc.

I wanted to be…

  • A misfit.
  • A rebel.
  • A troublemaker.

 

I never quite wanted to fit in.

But then I turned 23. And now I’m expected to grow up and get a high paying job. Buy a car and a house. And work every day for the rest of forever.

But what so original about that?

-(Rule)

You are not your thoughts.

Let me repeat that. You are not your thoughts.

Somewhere in history you became programmed to believe that everything you think and feel are representations of who you are.

But that’s just not true.

You can’t control what pops into your head.

You can’t control the thoughts of depression, anxiety, fear, jealousy, disappointment, anger, or sadness.

There is a reason why you don’t automatically say your thoughts aloud.

Because while your thoughts are yours, you are not your thoughts.

You are your actions. 

A Shout Into The Void

I want to scream.

I want to scream louder than I have in my entire life.

Not because I had a bad day or because something is terribly wrong.

I just want to be heard.

I want my pain to be felt.

I want my anxiety to be noticed.

I want someone to actually listen.

But, 99.9% of the people in the world never listen.

They’re either too easily distracted, bored, or think they’re so damn clever that they won’t stop thinking about their witty comeback long enough to hear your actual problem.

I wish you would just shut up for once, and listen.

-(Rule)

Why we sell ourselves short…(or why I do)

I always sell myself short.

In life.

In love.

In school.

In work.

In myself.

I always accept what I’m given.

I don’t fight for more.

I don’t even ask for more.

Why not?

Because I don’t believe I’m worth more.

I’m not worthy of better friends, more money, louder laughter, greater adventures, or truer loves.

I tell myself I’m not worthy and the world responds by treating me like I’m not.

I’m walked over, talked over, looked over, and pushed over.

Not anymore.

I can no longer sell myself short.

I’m taking back my worth, for myself.

My life cannot be measured.

How? 

Simple.

My…self-worth, self-esteem, self-love are infinite. 

…And so are yours.

-(Rule)