Hi, Future
229/300. Dear Diary
Hi, Future us here and it doesn’t matter that it’s been a few months.
I know we knew it wasn’t going to be easy. We knew we’d bleed and crawl through sand but I’m not sure we were prepared to be crushed heavily.
They say, to whom much is given, much is expected but I’ve wanted to give them back the much so many times. To return the crown because uneasy lies my head and my neck and my shoulder.
Point me to a rooftop and I’d climb there for the sole purpose of screaming into the air.
You see, it’s been roses sometimes and cactus othertimes, most times. In pressure and in whelmment, I’ve stood like I’m waging a war against some principalities.
It may not be far from the truth but I think no principalities is bold enough to contend with me like that so as much as I hate to admit it, I’m in war with myself.
No promises and no expectations but boy, does it hurt to bleed?
The burdens are too heavy on this shoulders of mine but sometimes, the reward is worth every bit of it.
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But how do we continue when rewards are not imminent? How are we dogging it when all we really want to do is take a month or year off?
I think I totally envy sleeping beauty at a time as this. A hundred years asleep with nothing to do sounds salivating but… I wouldn’t trade the breathe in my nostrils for an uncertain future so I guess this is my life now.
The price we pay to live, to awaken. Sometimes, they make you want to remain asleep.
Your hands are strengthened to war.
Your mind is sharpened.
Your feet is ladened with motion and force.
Your body is fluid.
You cannot escape war, I cannot escape the fight so we might as well allow him teach our hands to war.
If you are contending too, here’s to victory. It will not come easy but borrow patience from the frog prince or from sleeping beauty.
If the burden feels heavy, think of Cinderella, maybe your glass shoe will send your prince charming your way.
And on most occasions, stay fast and furious. There is speed on your legs and on your hands. There is life in your mind.
Bloom like the flowers, if you may.
