At some point in every dream journey, you have to quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death.
Like, what a waste.
You have to take that leap and go after a dream that is destined to fail without divine intervention.
You have to go big or go home.
You have to take the road less traveled or settle for status quo.
You have to bite the bullet or turn your back on your dreams.
Switch it up.
I never want to arrive at my last days and realise that I could have taken that leap if only I willed myself to trust more and fear less.
Sometimes being “Fearless” doesn’t mean the absence of fear.
It just means you are less afraid than most.
You “Fear Less”
Peace, Light & SmallChops,
I thought by now I’d know what to say…
I mean, I’m supposed to be a writer and all that.
But words just aren’t adequate Mom.
If I had a chance to bring you back I wouldn’t. Because I know where you are and I know you are BALLING.
But I miss you.
Your warmth. Your wisdom. Your friendship. Your smile. Your ability to make everyone know that they matter. Your hugs.
And then I miss your voice…
I still speed dial your number subconsciously. Then i smh at myself and hang up.
I miss calling you when I’m driving home at night and telling you silly jokes just so i’ll hear you laugh whilst you keep me company until i get in.
It hurts that my babies will never get to meet my darling Angel Aisha in the flesh. But I am convinced they’ll be with you in heaven before they’re born here, so I won’t be surprised if they remind me of you.
Sigh…who am i gonna call when I feel far from who I’m supposed to be???
I’d do anything to feel your arms around me as you pray for me whenever I’m home.
But i have to say, Thank you for introducing me to Jesus all those years ago: He’s been pretty great to me since you’ve been away. Even when I don’t feel like talking to Him.
I love you my darling.