As I indulge in self doubt, it becomes apparent I lose myself in a world of infinity.
I cannot seem to focus or budge, I can't remember the last time I was sure of myself.
It feels like an eternity...
They say only a fool would willingly answer to his own demise and stay in place knowing his salvation.
I beg to differ, it is only when we feel our existencial dread settling in and sacrifice our minds to our imagination.
That we better our previous version.
At the price of emotions, we pay it to keep a constant motion. One where we refuse to stay static, even if we wish to remain in the memories of of our past victories.
No need to panic...
,
It will be over, you will blossom, you will be wiser for an even greater challenge ahead, grow stronger for the dangers of our miseries.It hurts to grow, It pains to learn, To become better than yesterday you must sacrifice what you have today.

ESTÁS LEYENDO
Pensamientos que naufragan en el mar de los Incomunicados
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