Inspiration. Motivation. Energy. Vision. I’ve let them go. And found instead procrastination and regret to hold on to. Where, what and who am I? Now that I’ve lost horribly and realise that even so I have won myself on higher (under)standing. I’ve lived through sorrow so now I know more. Dreaming has no expiration. When dreams get to their sell-by date, replace them with new ones. I know this. I am this- this renewable energy. I am this - this replenishable motivation. I am this- this plethora of inspiration. I am. I live and until the day I die and even beyond, I matter.
Retracing the steps back to my center- I must release all that I picked up along the way away from me. I will begin again from me and so on and on it will go... Release
