The Gaze
Growth is a method of the wise
Imagine standing in one place hoping to get to another, but stubborn feelings don’t leave without change in mindset. Figuring out life’s problems only seem necessary when suffering becomes tiresome. Why wait? Growth is only scary when you realize how simple it is. Once you begin I doubt you’ll be able to go backwards. As simple as one foot in front of the other, but constantly on hold for useless distractions. How foolish we are to believe we deserve greatness without risk or some sort of effort. Acknowledging we have some where to go is only as relevant as we make it, so never stop traveling. Instead give yourself more options than ever in hopes of finding more reasons to fight. Live relentlessly knowing someday your dream will be reality regardless of its beauty. Put you first in a life that has no second place, but remember success only matters by your definition.
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Marcus Hill
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