“What if I fall?”
“Oh my darling, what if you fly?”
Do you ever ask yourself if you like the person you are? If you are who you’ve always wanted to be? Do you know who you want to be?
To be honest, it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I realized who I really wanted to be. I want to be that woman who tells people they can fly. I want to see the magic they have stored up in their hearts for so long. And I want to make them see it, I want to make them use it. Because, truth be told, falling is just another way to fly.
Ask yourself, “What if I actually fly?” Ask yourself that, over and over again, until you stop worrying you’ll fall. And once you genuinely believe that you can fly, never let anyone take that from you. Never let that spark go out.
And I find it sad that it’s not the fall that breaks most people, but rather fear. Or doubt. They stare down and they’re afraid of what might happen. The fall won’t break you. Trust me. If you’re brave enough to try to fly, the fall won’t ever, ever destroy you.
Failure is temporary. Pain is temporary. Anger is temporary. Hopelessness is temporary.
Quitting, however… that one lasts forever.
I believe that if grownups would have been required to learn how to walk, most of us would be crawling on floors. You fall and you get up, you fall and you get up. Sometimes it hurts. You cry. But then you try again. Idealism is a bizarre mixture of hope, naivety, and enthusiasm.
Courage. Ambition. Perseverance.
You’ll have all that, and a lot more, when your belief in the possibility of succeeding becomes stronger than your fear of failure.
I see magic in people. I see magic in the artists that I admire. I see an endless potential for greatness. It’s my choice to see that in them, even when they aren’t willing to see it themselves.
For a long time I used to believe that I had been born to be great. That I’d conquer the world. That I’d change something, leave something behind. It’s not true, actually. I wasn’t born to be great. No one ever is. I took that. I told myself that. I lied to myself. I stumbled from failure to failure. I decided to be self-propelled, to be fueled by my desire to become great, not by others seeing that greatness in me. I decided to fight for what I wanted, because no one would ever fight that battle for me.
So… what if you fly? What if you can actually do it?
Thank you for reading. Love you for that!
—–Have Hope.Keep Faith—–
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