Someone asked me if I’d ever “been there.” Oh yeah. I remember curling up under the covers for what seemed like months at a time. Why? Because everything was gray. Because maybe and sometime and shoulda, coulda, woulda were so much easier than doing. Then one day, I realized that safety WAS an illusion. So I got up. I did what I had to do. And I found my way back into the world.
Silver, avoid gray areas.
There, the illusion of safety is guarded by the lies of “maybe,” “sometime,” and “I don’t know.” There is a truth. There is a way. Life is absolute, and its principles exacting. If you put it out “there,” it has to come back. Ask, and it must be revealed.
Think, speak, and move with your desires, and nothing will ever be the same.
Silver, now that’s what I’m talking about.
It wasn’t easy. It isn’t easy. Some days I don’t want to put one foot in front of the other, but the alternative scares the bejesus out of me, so yeah. I hear you, Universe. So I’m thinking, speaking, and moving with my desires, my hopes, and my dreams, all laid out there. And guess what–nothing is the same.