Aren't we all damaged goods?
I have spent my life wondering, hoping and dreaming. My Dad always said if you give up your dreams you die. Amongst all of the childhood dreams and adult hopes I can't help but wonder, aren't we all damaged goods? We strive and dream but how do you make that a reality in an engine that is already set for premium gas?
I am a singer, not the best, not the worst....a writer (see the aforementioned), a Mother, wife. sister and daughter even though they are no longer with us. I have heard...too fat, too skinny, too pale, fix your smile, you must be sad, you fought with your husband, omg....and the list goes on. But in retrospect, aren't we all damaged goods?
We start out life with a clean slate and some like my son have fought daily. However, once life greets you, you just seem to take what others say as a testament as to who you are. Why do we do this?
We give that right to people that we don't know, strangers when in fact that right is OURS and only OURS. No one defines you. You define you and that definition will never be found in websters.
Why, because we are ALL one of a kind. Your God/my God blessed us with that quality.
You have 5 seconds from success and 5 from failure. The choice is always yours.
PS- on a side note, another employee from my ex company was let go but this time via phone call. Altleast I know it wasn't just me or "pageantry".
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