The intense degrading reactions I get from knowing I didn’t work at my fullest potential, is worth shedding tears for. I have to admitt I haven’t been the hardest worker. I laid in silence and waited for my soul to speak. I needed to find purpose in order to react. I’m quite disciplined. But, if my words are deep now. Imagine how great I can be, when I give my all.
I’m still promoting my dreams through my writing. My words gives life to what’s in my imagination. I’m still the same person just improved. Growth is my fortune. Yet, my silence is beautiful, but it can also be used to my misfortune. I don’t claim. I prefer to declare. My goals are on a chart. I just make an effort here and there to cross off what’s on my list. The chalk keeps writing. I hope I can keep pace.