This is that moment in life when clichés are more than mere rhetoric
"Just do it" becomes gospel
That moment when
Excuses sound easier than the plan
When sleep soothes the pain better than the idea pushing to bring it to fruition
In this moment
Yesterday's failure is either a costly, wandering stream of spilled milk seeping into today
Or the fresh breath of every possibility at birth
May your cries be declarations that this life will thrive
Less than 100 won't be enough today
Yet, you awake with barely twenty
Where is your passion?
Did you waste its value on a lover who was never yours to have?
Or bury it beneath the weight of every regret you’ve ever consumed?
No
Neither is it in the yesterday you left behind
It is within you
That spark nearly abandoned
Extinguished by haunting doubts
As the sun so graciously rises on your today
It inspires from within
Breeding possibilities waiting to take their first breath
Procrastination kills progress but, you're no murderer
Do not abort your dreams before you ever feel them kick
They are alive within you
Purpose made love to faith creating your vision
Just because you have yet to see them
Doesn't mean that they don't share your heart beat
That lover?
They're not coming back, but you you're still here
Your regrets aren’t as strong as the seed within you. They have no hands with which to hold on; If they are close, it's because you refuse to release them
So, run with all you've might
Push with all you've got
Passion isn't meant for tomorrow
It's intended for each moment you wake
Dreaming is meant for sleep
Life is meant to be experienced on purpose
As passion needs air to live
Rediscover yours
Let it breath, rekindling it's flame
Then, go ye therefore as you learn to “Just do it”