Even when life knocks me around,
I will not lose hope.
For you see, nothing is ever personal
Just a chance for me to grow.

Some days I like to wander to old and warn our places, forests ripped apart by man and streams that carry stagnant water where it use to flow. There is a sense of clarity in these places, a reflection of who I am or atleast who I have been. Broken, yet still incredibly beautiful.

He will be sorry for the way he treated you,
Don't you worry about that. Focus on your growth and watch his eyes gaze in sorrow as he knows, he was the bastard that made you strong.

Don't force it, if there isn't flow let it go.

You will give to those whom don't appreciate you, until you've had enough of accepting less than you deserve

If you live everyday, with the capacity to stretch yourself past limitation and structure, you will find boundless opportunity is all the places that once scared you.