I've given my full heart to a multitude of goals & just a few people in my lifetime. I've always taken pride in my ability & discipline to live a life of intention. So, when I've made the decision to pursue something, I always feel a sense of security knowing that it's been well thought over, I love it and I am passionate about it, therefore deeming it worth of my full attention & efforts. This process might stem from my introversion. Nevertheless, it ensures that I'm cutting a lot of unnecessary bullshit from my life and I'm diving straight into the subjects that challenge my skillset and that set my soul on fire. But, this is the perplexing position -- I don't have a high success rate. In my grand old ambitions, I have plenty more horror stories of failure than I do a success rate. I could tell you how many nights & days I've spent in mental torment of knowing my potential and where I currently stood. The limited amount of serious relationships I've had, I could tell you about infidelities, betrayals, theft, mental abuse, hard drugs and some Jerry-Springer-on-steroids shit. Then, one day you meet someone with a unique magic, but find they don't love you back. There are a lot of negatives we can put under a microscope here, but in this world, the only thing that matters is our ability to grow from them and see life from the positive side. We are born with very unique passions & gifts which are a key to how we can serve positivity to others.
Out of the many things I've deemed worthy of my full heart and failed on, the only thing that has remained consistent for me is my love for songwriting & injecting my life into music for those willing enough to invest their time to discover me. But, I can't promise I won't spit venom every now & again - I am human.
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found @ 3 likes ON 2019-04-13 04:21:59 BY ME.ME