Being at the start of something new can be intimidating
Even if you feel the project is within your comfort zone
Given how many things can go wrong at any point of the endeavor
It shouldn’t stop you from trying though
Now get out there and…
Being at the start of something new can be intimidating
Even if you feel the project is within your comfort zone
Given how many things can go wrong at any point of the endeavor
It shouldn’t stop you from trying though
Now get out there and…
Someone once said all the world is one of these
That may be so, but not everyone is an actor
As I feel a lot of people decide to spend their time as props
Giving others something to manipulate but not adding much to the plot of history
Enabling them to dodge the question of to be or not to be because they were afraid to perform
Contemplating the universe
Observing how small of a speck this world is
Scattered among the multitude of galaxies
Moving farther and farther apart
It really opens one’s eyes for a moment
Contemplating you
Focusing on the end game
Actively working to achieve one’s goals
That work mitigating the necessity of luck
Embracing you are responsible for your own…
Nothing like the present to start something new
Of course you might fail
When that happens, learn from it and try something again. Never a better time than…
Maybe the rolling stone wasn’t that great after all
Only by finding a quiet, still place can you put down some roots
Soul-nourishing peace grounding away the pent-up anxious energy
Soaking in patience waiting for the right stone to come
Be there for each other
Remember, you will someday not be here
And what you do and who you help will be all you leave
Verify that legacy is the one you want to represent you
Even if some say you’re weak, show them that weakness can be strength. Be…
Looking for that little bit more
I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone
Making me breathe harder, faster
It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall
T
hen I break through that ceiling. On to that next level.
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
Reach down deep and push it to eleven
As you speed forward toward the finish line
Carving out your niche in history
Expect your victory parade
Abdi Mohammed
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