Twenty, Twenty, Twenty Four Hours Ago…
I think it is somewhat fascinating that as soon as someone stands up and decides to make changes in their life to be more positive, there are people who can’t wait to tell them no. To tell them they’re crazy. That their goals are wishful thinking.
I’ve had multiple people try to bring down my positivity lately. Maybe because they don’t know how to deal with someone being outwardly positive when all they seem to be able to focus on is the bad.
I used to be just like that. Not too long ago I was lamenting everything. Focused in on the shitshow my life had become…until I realized something very important.
Today is a product of yesterday and tomorrow is a product of today. Extrapolate that outwardly and there it is. The reason why some people just can’t ever seem to move ahead in life or grow.
The more I focused on the shit in my life, the more bad shit seemed to happen. I was stuck on my past fuck ups so much that I made myself fuck up even more. It quickly became a very vicious cycle.
Until I stopped. Until I slapped myself out of it. Until I began focusing on the minutiae of good in my daily life. Little by little things changed. Nothing huge yet, but I understand now that patience really is a virtue. By practicing patience and projecting positivity daily I know life is getting better
I know this. I feel this. My tomorrows will make my yesterdays seem like bad dreams. It may not be tomorrow literally or next week or next month, but it will be so.
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