We were the misfits that society decided to throw away. When nobody wanted us we found a safe place to say. Call it what you will be there are no changing facts. I remember when I was 37 living in a small one bedroom apartment with only thing that I had to talk was my two cats. I would work my few jobs then go immediately home. I couldn’t keep on doing what I was doing because it was never going to work. I executed what those who are successful like to tell you. Live the life like you were already living it, fill the void with positive energy and let the negativity begin to slip away. You can only do so much and your best is more than good enough. You are a valuable asset in this time frame and that is the truth.
How can you keep focused on joining the world on your terms and not getting carried away with what other people are doing or even what it is they are trying to say. Everybody has an opinion and everybody is entitled to say that they know themselves best but it is those over zealous, self righteous beings that trying to corrupt the rest of us so that we too are thinking the same way. That type of control is dangerous and prevents us from having a free mind. Just look at all the ways the government has been sent to control us keeping it so that we will never have our day. Taxes, oh the taxes with the majority of what is being collected paying an astronomical wage. I get it. Trust me I do. We need to send our world leaders to come together so they can perfect together how to blow the most smoke out of everybody’s *sses. I think it is our politicians who carry the most diseases just like the rats of the bubonic plague.
From as young as we can remember it was go to school and be nice and make lots of friends. That is all fine and dandy unless you are the shy kid in the room then everything seems personal. I grew up on a farm where chicken were our friends we didn’t need to find a way to communicate it just happened and it just was, now you have to add in a variety of different personalities and flavors and let the mix decide. Children can be mean but adults are meaner. Children are still trying to find out there place in world where adults have already given up and assumed. It still bothers me that some I knew from high school hate me and I have no idea why. We aren’t the same children that we were.
We are all out here struggling but we have been conditioned to believe that we should be ashamed. It wasn’t nature that made us this way but the expectations that were handed down onto us forever scarring us from the inside out. I was just a little girl until adulthood struck me forcing me to make decisions that I couldn’t even understand. There are so many of us forming nodes that make it impossible to know our real intentions until later in life. It is impossible to heal from trauma in a world that would rather medicate than acknowledge.
You don’t know the strength it takes for some of us to reach out especially if we have been bitten one too many times. I don’t bite, (ok maybe just a little) I am more concerned with the feelings being harboured and if I can help you release some of the weight. Your life is not the burden, what others made you believe is. Believe in yourself again and you will see the simplistic beauty in the world.
I am not in it for the money. I am in it to give back to my family financially because my beauty routine is a little extravagant. I am not saying I am not worth it, I know that I am I just would rather have money for extra extravagant things, cuz we only live once don’t you think? Let’s live happy together and build a community. Tell me what makes your soul sing so we can manifest it together. We are brought into this life alone and we exit the same so let’s build an empire of happiness together by loving and supporting all that we do.
And if it is really a try if I am consistent and passionate and maybe just maybe I can share this passion with the rest of the world. It feeds my drive for being more sustainable and why is more sustainable than finding my own income? I am passionate about looking my best and helping every other human on this planet feel the same way. If there is a reward in sharing that passion don’t we all deserve to do so? I mean we all hate the pushy sales people but I am almost certain I can hit all my goals with my purchases alone so why wouldn’t I do it? This opportunity does make me feel a little like a fish out of the water being all super glam and all but maybe this is what this company needs an injection of full on glamour to feed the 1950’s housewife in me and begin to live free.
I guess there is humour in thinking how condescending we have been about our ancestors in our past. We ridicule them for lives lived that we will never understand than deploy the same methods that they did when we command with an open hand. When living beings aren’t treated equally and given an opportunity to thrive we have failed, when we allow those to run our countries into the ground by making consistent bad decisions we have failed. When we allow the same Holy war to be fought since the turn of time we have done more than failed we have lost the war. Was life ever meant to be beautiful for more than one person or was it only a hand full destined to live at the top?
When this choice presented itself to me it was a no brainer, but has now left me dazed and confused as the idea of reopening that cesspool of worms that had me logging off of Facebook in the first place. To be real it actually triggers me greatly signing myself up again to be subject to all that negativity and bullying abuse.
When you are confident in your existence and where you are heading you don’t deplete your energy willy nilly you do so with full intention you do it slow and steady. We all want to build an empire but we don’t want to put in the work. For most nothing comes easy except life, death and taxes that is who most of us allowed our summary to read. I dare to outstretch my mind and dreams as far as they can span and I will do so accordingly. It isn’t a race and no one will win so use your time wisely and say no when you can.