Future
Life is to short to be bound by petty things.
What keeps us afraid?
What keeps us stayed?
The questions,
“What if I fall?”
“What if I fail?”
But what if you don’t?
What if you soar,
and you make it to the sky with the sun at your side?
What if you didn’t stop dreaming,
and started believing that tomorrow could be better than today?
You could do anything.
It seems so far
when everything in front seems seems so difficult.
But what is not visible can become visual when you believe.
Don’t let fear mock you
sitting at your front door.
You determine whether you fall or soar.
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