I have taken my first breath since the day I was born
Who knew “following” your heart was true?
I am immersed in that truth
Whoever says you must have a plan
Mustn’t be happy
As I have never felt more euphoria in my life
I am exploring
I am doing what I enjoy
I have plenty of “plans”
Within each of these plans are just things I enjoy
I am not limited to one path of life
Why do I need to pick something and continue until I am to old to not?
I feel acceptance
I feel less alone in this world
I never knew so many people and I are alike…
I foresee the one who tell you that you are “indecisive,”
Unrealistic
Confused
They are the ones unhappy
How uninteresting is it that you excel at ONE thing
That ONE thing you may enjoy,
That ONE thing that is confining you,
That ONE thing that disappoints you….
Plan B should never be an option
As “plans” set you up for failure….
Amongst disappointment
You and I are probably more alike…
More alike than you’d like to admit
The difference is…
I WILL chase my dreams
And you won’t….
About the Creator
Erin Downey
Around 2 weeks ago I decided to be open to the world and share my artistic skills; Skills I've always had but have never explored. Check out my platform for sharing @ thebeginningjourney.com
The flower does not grow overnight ❤
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