I remember a time when there was only one. It was peaceful.
Then there were two and a constant battle.
The one dreams big and believes in all things, the other slowly chews it up and spits it out. Scattered everywhere. As if to say, try that again and see what I will make of it.
People used to tell me about it and I lacked even the slightest bit of sympathy. You just block it out, pray it out, knock it out. Whatever you need to do, deal with it.
I actually probably never believed it to be real. Because, the world was my oyster and no one could stop me.
Maybe because it was absent for so long, it now feels the need to work over time, make up for lost time you know.
It took me awhile to recognize it when it first came around. It sort of just sneaks in all sly like, as if it’s always been there. It becomes apparent only after it dominates every decision you make and you actually no longer hear the other.
It thrives as the unknown, the unnamed.
We’ve met now though. Face to face. The way I like to be with everything occupying space in my presence. On a first name basis.
I call it the voice of lies.
I greet it, acknowledge it, sit with it for a bit, then I go full blown battle on it.
With the voice of truth.
Because the voice of truth enables us to be bold and beautiful. Even a little bit crazy. It comes in joy, sincerity, peace and hope.
Hope in big dreams, hope in beautiful growth. Hope to be one hundred percent you!
Because being our beautiful whole self is the most courageous thing we’ll ever do, and it really only has room for one voice.
The voice of truth.
Until next time,