If you are waiting for the perfect moment to finally start living you will wait yourself into an early grave. My words may seem harsh but that doesn’t make them untrue. I do not say them with carelessness or arrogance I say them with love and determination. I am determined to see you start living. Start trying. Start believing.

You are alive. You woke up this morning to a brand new day. You have twenty four hours to do something other than wait. You can learn something. You can help someone. You can create anything and everything you keep dreaming about so earnestly. You are alive to live. To tell your story. To fill the days with questions and answers. Love and laughter. Joy and wholeness. Light and warmth. I don’t want to see anymore blank pages in your book of life because you are waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect words, the perfect life. They do not exist. Perfection does not exist on this earth or in any person. Stop waiting for something that you cannot ever find. Start living and discovering all the imperfectly beautiful treasures that this world has to offer.

Start trying.

You are scared. You are shaking and sweating from your fears and your doubts. Okay. Be scared. Sweat and shake from the fears and doubts but don’t let that be all you ever do. Do it afraid. Take a step in faith and work through the fears and doubts until you conquer each one. And yes, you can be set free from every single fear and doubt keeping you imprisoned. The key has always been there. Some call it courage, some willpower, and others faith. If you need help trust that help is here. Help will come. Help will find you. But you’ve got to start trying. Stop waiting till tomorrow. Stop making lists you just throw in a box and never look at again. Stop with the excuses of all the reasons why it’s impossible. Stop hiding from those dreams and adventures you are passionate about. You literally will never know if you never try.

Start believing.

It won’t matter who else believes in you if you do not believe in yourself. If you do not see your own potential, value, talent, significance.. You need to have faith in yourself in order to try and to live. You need to wake up and believe you have something to offer this world, because you do. You need to believe that you are a valuable, capable, intelligient, and loved human being, because you are. You need to believe that you can learn what you don’t know, because you can. You need to believe that people will offer you a hand and teach you, because they will. You need to believe in the possibility of your life. Of your story that is being written even as you sit there waiting on the sidelines.

Get off that deceptively comfy bench and enter the land of the living. The place that belongs to you as much as it belongs to me or anyone for that matter. This world needs you. People here need you. They need your smile. Your voice. Your hug. Your point of view. Your story. You have the ability to add light into someone’s life. You have the opportunity to add some good and hope into this world. How could you be meaningless? How could you ever not matter?

You go through each day as if you have forever to figure it out. Forever to change what needs to be changed. Forever to make things right. Forever to deal with the wounds. Forever to take off the mask. Forever to forigve. Forever to live. You will die. You will die one day. And I hope and pray that in that last breath you can leave knowing I lived. I gave. I tried. I loved. I believed. I lived…

Stop waiting.
Start living.
Start trying.
Start believing.

Baby steps my dear. Tiny little movements of progress…

Why don’t you take one today and start living, trying, and believing in your book of life?

What are you still waiting for?

Today might not be the perfect day, but nonetheless it is still a day that you have…

milkwolves:

this is where i see myself in 50 years: living in dark, dusty house filled with books, crystal balls, tarot cards, cats and healing crystals. i will brew my own tea and be feared by every child in the neighbourhood. i will be called the crazy cat lady and confused teenage outcasts will seek my company and i will teach them what i know about life. i will celebrate sabbaths and children will dare each other to ring my doorbell on halloween. i will go for long walks in the dark forest behind my house and collect stones, herbs and twigs. i will make crowns out of flowers and branches and make medicinal teas, pouches and lucky amulets for those who seek my help.

scarred-weasel:

Happy Mother’s Day to my wife and Mama-To-Be, Fleur. And of course my own Mum, Molly.

Such great colors

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