Growing Up.

I feel like with growing up, you grow into a lot of questions. You get to a point when you’re not so sure anymore. A point where you don’t quite know what to do, where you’re headed or what to feel. It’s like you’re at the middle of a cross road and instead of moving forward or backward, you decided to make your bed and stay there…in the middle.

But your mind won’t stop wandering and wondering. Your mind will embark on a journey. Travel back in time to see where you have been and even to the future to see where you could be. Your mind will work with your brain and your heart to set you on the right path.

You won’t be In the middle for too long because the clock will still be ticking. When the time is right, you will pack your bags and move in the direction that calls out to you the loudest. Don’t worry. I promise you’ll find your way and every step you’ve ever taken will all add up.

So don’t drown out the questions. Don’t stop your mind from asking, “is this right for me?” and walk away from anything that does not look like you. Walk away from anything you don’t deserve and do not look back.

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8 thoughts on “Growing Up.

  1. “…travel back in time to see where you’ve been…you won’t be in the middle for too long…and every step you’ve ever taken will add up.”
    I saw what you did there. Awesome:)

    P.S- Esttibelle, when you start writing inspirationals (Oh believe me, you will) just call me for the Copyrights. The poems are sealed already.

  2. ‘A point where you don’t quite know what to do, where you’re headed or what to feel.’ This is me sometimes tho……this is awesome!

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