What the world...
It is too late.
IN the past, i would make excuses - it is late, i am not feeling well, im tired, im not up to it, i can't do it, its boring, etc. but in the now, this bright thing called the 'present', you hope that you are striving to be the best you can be that someday you'll be the best human being there is, some kind of human being that your parents would be so proud of, some kind of human being that you see the up in heavens smile and you smile to yourself, that slow cheeky spread of the lips. invicibility is but a step away.
Tired. so tired. When all becomes a word 'tired' - you know that, i know that. But what matters is what this excuses hides. Does it conceal the truth? Does it? that without this, without your pieces of paper, your achievements, that you would be nothing? that you've wondered far too long, sooner or later... it all fades away.
Who are you, who am i? Identity? that you have to be someone, somthing tangible, populous, definable, describable to the world? Es the lawyer, Obama the president, Beckham the sportsplayer? the longer you view yourself this way, the longer you beleive in the lies, the identity that the world defines you, and yes you and I.
I am who I am. I am GOD's child. The tired-ness, the excuses, the world are but nothing. There, you and i, a smile is just a step away.
Ah, find me Lord.
IN the past, i would make excuses - it is late, i am not feeling well, im tired, im not up to it, i can't do it, its boring, etc. but in the now, this bright thing called the 'present', you hope that you are striving to be the best you can be that someday you'll be the best human being there is, some kind of human being that your parents would be so proud of, some kind of human being that you see the up in heavens smile and you smile to yourself, that slow cheeky spread of the lips. invicibility is but a step away.
Tired. so tired. When all becomes a word 'tired' - you know that, i know that. But what matters is what this excuses hides. Does it conceal the truth? Does it? that without this, without your pieces of paper, your achievements, that you would be nothing? that you've wondered far too long, sooner or later... it all fades away.
Who are you, who am i? Identity? that you have to be someone, somthing tangible, populous, definable, describable to the world? Es the lawyer, Obama the president, Beckham the sportsplayer? the longer you view yourself this way, the longer you beleive in the lies, the identity that the world defines you, and yes you and I.
I am who I am. I am GOD's child. The tired-ness, the excuses, the world are but nothing. There, you and i, a smile is just a step away.
Ah, find me Lord.
posted by EsThEr at 2:22 AM
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