The destiny that will be fulfilled is a story, and that story will have sequels.
It is a story because dreams became reality, even if they told you that you couldn’t in the prequels.
Happiness doesn’t only come from compassion.
It comes in all forms, imagine for just a second what joy and happiness will be felt when we pursue our passion.
I’ve had dreams at day and night that I never want to awake from as my slumber leaves my real life awaiting.
But then it hit me. What are you waiting for? When are you waiting for? Who are you waiting for? Myself. WHY ARE YOU WAITING?
What could go wrong? I get knocked down? So what? I’ll brush the worthless specks of dirt off my shoulders with my head held high. I’ve heard doubts before, I will never quit – even if it takes becoming the very best around.
We all have a purpose, but when do we stand up and destroy this imaginary and unbreakable surface?
Work harder and harder because if we don’t know how much time we have in this life, why wait?
I’m tired of waiting, it’s just biting the doubter’s bait. Being destined is an invitation to life’s challenges, I could only ever speak for myself but I’m damn ready to participate.