Too often, I find myself buried in a wave of false excuses and burdensome emotions. These turn into shackles that drag behind me. As they increase, each step grows more labored until I collapse. In these moments, I find the resolve to cut loose and walk free.
Only to repeat the same pattern again. And again.
I promise each time, this will be the last time. And it never is. I stopped promising and started hoping. Here’s to another moment of re-dedication. Here’s to hoping next time will be better, shorter, easier. I’m done assuming that this will be the last time, but I simply wish for progress. One day at a time.
I have fire in my chest; I have dreams to complete; I wont let myself stop me forever. It’s a vicious cycle, a cliché, if you will, and I’m ready to break it. One chain at a time.
I’ll be here again soon, but maybe next time I’ll find some new ember added to the fire.
Man on fire, hoping to avoid the rain.