I find it easy enough to motivate others with words that shout encouragement with each syllable. I lather on assurance as easily as butter melts on my toast each morning and with each moment I am hoping, shyly hoping, that I nourish whatever hope or dream that has been quietly growing deep within whoever I am cheering for.
The words I reserve for myself tend to be musty and stale. Full of accusations and shame, my dreams have grown bone thin and are half crazy for a drink of water. Sometimes my soul will reach a trembling hand outward, maybe just to relish in the crisp fall air, maybe just to feel the rain, but the leash my mind has tied around it has no give and I am yet again bound in a cage of my own design.
But, it is time to stop being dramatic and just open the door to freedom that has always been unlocked. Maybe its time to lighten up and laugh at yourself.
Maybe its time to wrap myself in those words I give to others so freely. Look at them like currency of happiness and drop a few coins in my own hat and climb out of the darkness.
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