The power of words are underrated.
Our words are spells we put out into the universe.
We speak things into existence without even realizing it.
Our words can protect our desires, or harm them.
Often, we unknowingly speak fear and doubt into our plans, and the universe follows our lead.
Claim your blessings confidently as if they have already happened.
Speak it into existence and watch it work in your favor.
Never forget how powerful your words are.
What you choose to focus on becomes your reality.
Flip the switch and see how fast things change.
I have everything I need, and everything I want is en route.
What’s for me will never pass me.
Trust in the “not now,” “not this,” or just flat out, “no.”
My cup is always full, even when it is half empty.
Not everything deserves a reaction, I can only control my own actions.
The love I give will always make its way back to me.
Happiness is a choice, and I’m choosing it.
Dear 2023,
Hands down, you were the best year yet.
I would’ve never thought this year would play out the way it did, but damn am I grateful for it all.
You were full of surprises.
You proved to me that the answers to most of my problems could be found within.
You opened my eyes to see that happiness is a choice, and it’s all about perspective.
You told me to trust my intuition, and damn did it restore my trust in divine timing.
You reminded me that the opinion I have of myself is all that matters.
You encouraged me to take advantage of everything life has to offer, for I’m only this young once.
You forced me to stop watering what is dead.
You gave me a glimpse of what I can be if I continue to work on myself.
But most importantly, you brought me back to me.
2023, you will forever be the year I decided to choose myself.
There’s something so satisfying about new stationery.
The blank crisp pages are just waiting to be written on.
And we are the writers – in complete control of our own destiny.
If only you knew the journey it took to actually live by that.
I pick up my pen, excited to have the free will to write my own story.
For the first time ever, the lack of a step-by-step plan doesn’t scare me.
How liberating it is to know that life can be whatever I want it to be.
The new plan is to not force a plan.
It is written only because I decided to write it.
We say, “Free Palestine.”
They claim anti-Semitism.
We post, “Free Palestine.”
They say we are uninformed.
We march peacefully chanting, “Free Palestine.”
They label you a threat.
No matter what, your alliance with Palestine will always be a problem.
For the freedom fighters in Palestine who are begging to be heard…
We hear you.
Today, we tried to show the world what solidarity can do.
I’ve learned that I will never win if I match animosity with animosity.
Because in the end, I’ve always just dimmed my own light.
I refuse to let the actions of others ever get the best of me.
I refuse to let someone else’s character take me out of mine.
I refuse to have my heart tainted holding onto grudges of the past.
Some people are not meant to be in every chapter of your book.
Regardless, no one will ever have to question where they stand with me.
Never will I ever wish ill will on anyone – even if I am not met with that same kindness.
Wish them well anyways.
This is not where I want my tax dollars to go.
We’re funding a genocide, but that we already know.
Or maybe you don’t. And it’s foolish of me to automatically assume,
that you too are watching the news shaking your head, all of us safe in our rooms.
The propaganda in western news media will try to have you think that this is all justified.
Seeing uncensored footage of babies, children, women, the innocent suffering and dying – I refuse to have that be normalized.
I beg you to not let the countless violent videos have you desensitized.
It breaks my heart to see news conferences taking place amongst the dead, in hopes that people will care.
For we have the luxury to look away when we are overwhelmed, simply because we’re not there.
Wake up! Don’t have western media have you on the wrong side of history.
Why some choose to stay silent or turn a blind eye will always be a mystery.
My heart breaks for all the lives that have been lost and affected.
And America has blood on their hands for leaving Palestine neglected.
The whole world is watching, what are we going to do?
Silence speaks louder than words, we know this to be true.
Absolutely devastated, but what else can I say?
Free Palestine. Save Palestine. I know we’ll see the day.
I don’t know who needs to hear this but…
Nobody is going to save you.
You have to want to save yourself.
Don’t let your successes or failures be dependent on others.
You are in control of your own life.
You can talk all the talk you want, but will you put in the effort?
If you’re waiting on someone to save you, you’ll be waiting forever.
Bet on yourself.
If not you, then who?
I used to force myself to the finish line of every week.
Weekdays were simply days I just had to do.
So life would pause.
My life resumed on the weekends.
What I found was obvious.
You can’t pause life.
Don’t waste your days waiting for the weekend.
Sprinkle in things that bring you joy every day.
What a waste it would be to only live 2 days out of the week.
Live every day.
Trigger fingers in full effect.
Going 100 words per second.
Not sugarcoating shit.
Not to be posted.
Not to be shared.
Not for your eyes.
I write because I want answers.
Answers from myself.
I’ve found that they don’t always reveal
themselves straight out the gate.
When I read through my unfiltered writing and thoughts,
I take a journey through my own mind.
I see how my mind works.
What I’m hung up on.
Why I still feel the need to write about it.
What needs my attention.
My advice is this:
When in doubt, write it out.
I hope you find the answers you’re looking for.
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