It takes a day to know someone physically, and years to know their worth. A milestone to reach the ultimate goal and decades for anything other than the ordinary, in which case, we all know, is the success of our dreams. We focus on what’s ahead, forgetting that all we have is now. What we work on—spiritually, mentally, physically, and financially—is essentially working for the future (ahead). The moments of greatness start with a plan, which doesn’t always pan out as expected, but it’s definitely a start. Plans are resourceful tools given to us to use, but they are not always directed toward what we want the most. Most is whatever that means to you, either it’s a foundation you have been building, a mountain you want to climb, or a dream you have long envisioned, not just for yourself, but also beside yourself. It is the art of transforming lives, during which you are transformed in the process.
Progression is self-measure, something that usually sits between your thighs when you are single, married, or even lost in self. Progress, either way is success or failure, more like destiny in your hands, and still not your relative timing. Most of us usually want to beat time, like the laboring fruits of timeless hard work, but even ants have to carry food. Scout ants forage 100 yards from the nest to locate the availability of food. More like humans, we have cars to drive, bicycles to carry our foot and stores to supply our demand. We are never out of storage space expect when the stars dim our light.
As a growing spirit, still learning the path to self acclamation, 36 years of back breaking nights, and 365 days of beautiful reckless days, self proclamation, I choose to ignite the force of beauty and leadership that serve a purpose, a goal and commitment to the life of me and outside myself. To the world, animals, nature, oceans, waters. The night falls, and light comes, in all, we are connected to soil and in tears and sweat, we carry on to a bigger purpose before and afterlife. Whats behind won’t bring us the path, whats ahead won’t heal our present, whats present won’t break our bones when we can see past all the failures and intimidations of grief. For it is the living that experiences every part of death and living, success and denial of one true calling. Victory is shortcomings but success is forever. Lets win the race of our own competition, for the rain makes every thing green, even when its dead. Be like the rain. Perceive life like every storm that takes every bad thing away even when the good things also disappear, it brings forth new beginnings. Be the force of the rain-purest-forest with all its uniformity of unification, and its flowers will reward its seed.
Take a deep breath, breathe in and breathe out, soak in the picture. Everything look beautiful, so is your life!
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