How many of us live our lives on our terms,how many live the lives we want?
Too often we create lives which are, at best, sad attempts at raising our material status, bettering our standard of living, so we buy things, we choose things, and at the worst, we simply let things happen to us without making any choices.
I know I spend too much of my life not choosing, accepting whatever floats my way, and not doing all I can to mke my life mine, and to do those things I have always wanted to do, but have always pushed back.
I do things. I am busy. I do well.
It is time to make something.
I have waited too long, we all have, but not too late.
It is time to get building, writing, fighting, creating, struggling, kicking up to the light, and we have to use all our heart, leaving none out, fighting dirty if we have to make it real, and to make it now.
To not choose a path is to let the world choose for you, so you can be what they want you to be, not all you can be.
Time to take risks.
What I like about literature is that it shows the potential of a person can be, the infinite choice, the potential. Time to write large.
I once read somewhere letting the world know you too well, is to let them define, to create expectations.
It is better to unexpected, ill defined, messy, and awesomely great.
Allow yourself not a life, but to live.
Go the next step