I find myself inspired, genuinely, for the first time in a long time. Not for any purpose, not forced, not for any reason at all- inspired. By words and people and by hope. See, this lost being wandering around aimlessly girl has been so pitiful. Me. But I re-discovered a piece of myself, and when I connect to myself in the slightest; well, I am unstoppable. I am unbeatable, undeniably a force to be reckoned with. I am MRB. To be MRB is to be me in the most raw, authentic, and vulnerable form.
You see, I remembered something. I remember why I haven't given up. Why I haven't stopped fighting. Because I deserve a chance. Simply put. I deserve a chance. For what you ask? Everything. I deserve a chance to succeed, to fail, to fall and to fly. I deserve the chance to love and be loved. To cry and break down to the floor, to laugh until my stomach aches in a good way. To feel, really feel again. I deserve a chance for it all, or for none of it. To see the world or to never leave. To write a book or to never read again. To dance around carelessly, to trip and land clumsily shortly after. To share my story; to have a story to tell.
You see... I deserve a chance. I deserve to give myself one.
7/24/2019 10:01:45 pm
Inspiration can be very powerful. When it is selfless, no hidden agenda attached, out of love and hope all paths become more clear. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and words. We all deserve the “chance” you speak of. May you always be able to share and never stop your “dance”.
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