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a gospel

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?


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”

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