Wake Up

Ester asked why people are sad....

"That’s simple," says the old man. "They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people's ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.”

~ excerpt, The Zahir, Paulo Coehlo

When was the last time you dreamed? When was the last time you stopped to do something that was 100% yours and for you. Geared at your own peace, happiness, life? When you are happy...those around you absorb it. If they don't, they never cared about your happiness or well-being in the first place...yet you let those call your shots? Someone that doesn't care how you feel about choices? None of what I'm saying is a luxury. If making a decision for yourself will destroy the perfect bubble you call life...something isn't right. And you know this. I don't have to tell you.

I may be a hot mess. But I'm not afraid to live the life I am choosing. One choice doesn't determine your whole life...not unless you let it become who and what you are.

I am a hot mess. But...according to who?