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[dream_bigger20]

They always spoke of the locked potential. Said if I could access it then I might really make something of myself. Well I couldn't. I never could fight the laziness that so easily lulled me to sleep. Each year it was "This is when I'll really start and work hard." Never happened. And now? Now I sit here alone in my room ignoring my studies knowing

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[kore_rising]

Shall I tell you the only truth I've learned after all my aimless years on the side of this planet? It's not nice, but it's true, even though I wish to hell it wasn't: Nothing, not love, not work, not money, not anything worth having, falls into your lap. You have to go out and fetch it, want it, work for it, live while you're trying to find it or else you end up in a sour little knot, screeching at deaf heaven with a vicious attack of the "why me?"s We have to be our own heroes, saddle up our own white chargers and don our own armour. Say yes to the world because it wants us to dance with life, not hide in the corner afraid of what might be.
I don't blame you for feeling like you do. I did too, in fact I still do, a life half in and out of reality that should be tempered with something else but isn't. I have to pick up my courage in both hands still, but once the door is open you can walk through it. You're much stronger, much brighter than you ever thought.
And as to him? Well, let him show up when he's ready. To Love is to Burn, but to Love is also to be one step from Heaven. You can't have one without the other. Nothing is that safe or calm. And nothing is that exciting or blissful.
So, take down your books. One page, one chapter, one step at a time. Burn brightly back to heaven.