Welcome to the end

We’ve been waiting for you. No new beginnings until you’ve arrived. Welcome to your new home, the end. Most fear coming here and many never arrive.

The Clingers never arrive and never change.

The Fearless come often and change.

The Departed leave renovated.

It’s time for you to join us and set yourself free. The universe is on your side. The universe has been speaking to you and it’s time to listen. The fear has been whispering into your ear the lullabies of what used to be. It isn’t true.

This is the end. Count to ten and jump. We cannot tell you what’s on the other side because a leap of faith is mandatory for you to discover what’s beyond the fear.

You’re welcome here. You’ve been welcome for a while now. The end is waiting for you with open arms.

Embrace. Jump. Believe.

Say hello to a new beginning. Say hello to the other side. It’s brighter and better than what you think.

This is the end and it’s beautiful. There’s nothing to fear, there’s nothing to lose. Only gain. Only love. Only new beginnings.

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This is the end 

Hold your breath and count to 10…

What happens at 11? Why didn’t they tell us about 11. You give up and it’s over but then it’s not. You’re in a hole under the ocean, it’s the end except it was just not. 

When will I get tired of my own bullshit? When will enough be enough? How long will I wait to live the life I’ve always wanted?! 

I don’t know. I don’t know how much I can take of this mediocrity. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Do something! 

I don’t know what to do. My terrible habits are trying to kill me. My disregard for the future has finally appeared itself in the future and I don’t see much of what I wanted. I didn’t work hard, I didn’t stick to anything. Now I’m lost and with a feeling of doom. 

I’m really hoping this will have a happy ending but I’m sensing it’d be too far fetched. 

This is the end. Hold your breath and count to 10. Then count to 11 and picture yourself doing yoga. If you don’t have a happy place in reality, go to a happy place in whatever world you can create. I’m struggling with it. 

My imagination is shut because I’m feeling hopeless. My dreams seem to have vanished and my talent mostly goes unnoticed. I dream but I don’t do. I dream but I don’t do! As I don’t do, I age.

It’s here, the end. I feel like I have enough reasons to give up and yet! Life finds a way to keep me going. My mom, my nephew, Martin, love sometimes but not me. I’m gaining weight and having the hardest time loving me; but I’m working on it. 

I hope to return on a happier day when it’s not the end.