As far back as we modern society can recall, the languages used have always had a certain set of words that are considered offensive, vulgar, or downright despicable to use in public. Continue reading
This is a word that is tossed around quite a bit. Everyone wants to have a passion. Everyone wants to have something they’re talented at, fascinated with; fulfilled by. Passion is a beautiful thing. It can get you out of bed on a cold day, and it can push you to move forward, even when it seems like everything in the world is trying to block your path.
Annoying Messages Indie Authors Receive:
“I would LOVE to share your book with my one million followers! Message me back to find out more!”
Ok…So what’s stopping you? Don’t know where the share button is?
Most Indie authors know, that if you share something, the ones who matter, will share back. If not, then don’t share for them. It’s one of the biggest ways we all network and market books. It’s how most of us meet, and it’s how most of us end up supporting each other.
Here is another old dinosaur I’ve recently uncovered in my archive. I haven’t seen this one in a while, but it’s message still holds true today.
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Lost In this empty shell,
Materialized by ashes,
From the bridges I’ve burned,
My Memories are all I have left,
The random thoughts of agony,
And all these past joys,
Nothing could be further from the truth,
As a man who is a free,
A world born in chains,
A population without a face,
We are so different, yet the same,
Trapped in a world of robots,
Under control by sadistic suits,
Yet though we are so same,
All we do is fight,
Puppets of our own play,
I have known what it feels to live,
I have known what it feels to fall,
Life is so cruel,
Life is so beautiful,
The things experienced in life,
Are the unforgettable uncertainties,
The rush of a change,
The move of a wave,
The life changing sounds of a newborn.
Born into this world to become another puppet,
Another step forward in the destruction of mankind,
As the oak tree stands tall,
The human race will not.
And unfathomable history,
Rests in the hands of generations,
Oceans may rise,
Fires may become ice,
Death may become life,
The story to remember here,
Is the story of the Three Nevers,
And Never Give Up,
Because in the end all you have ever wanted,
Will be right in front of you,
Its up to you to take it.
And through its taking,
You will have birthed,
A new beginning.
It fades in again, that creeping feeling that moves me forward towards my desires. I cannot allow myself to fall by the wayside, for there I surely won’t survive.
In life we cross boundaries small and large, that must be overcome, otherwise we end up camping out at the very wall we did not dare to climb. Broken pieces of a lost dream, blown around by the winds of life wherever it may take them. A constant cycle, of settling for what you have, instead of pursuing the goals you truly deserve. We make our own rewards, so what’s holding us all back?