I used to have excuses. Plenty of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To say, If my parents had done better\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If my background was different\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If my friends had supported me\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for a long time, those reasons sounded good in my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But time has a way of sitting you down<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and speaking the truth you kept avoiding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One day I realized something simple, but heavy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blaming your parents will never make you a better parent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blaming your background<\/p>\n\n\n\n
will never give you the power<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to rewrite where you came from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blaming your friends will never erase the choices<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you decided to make. At some point,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the finger you keep pointing outward must turn back<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and point at you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When you turn eighteen, something quiet but powerful happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You become the background, someone else will grow up in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You become the example that someone will look at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You become the story your future children will inherit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So the question changes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not who failed me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what will I build from here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What patterns must stop with me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or habits must end with my name?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not what pain must refuse to travel into the next generation?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or even the kind of life do I want my future to remember me for?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And who do I need to learn from?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who can guide me towards the person I want to become?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the truth is, great lives are rarely built<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in perfect conditions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They start with what is available.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A small opportunity. A small idea. A small step.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just something honest that you decide to start today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Many of us postponed our dreams waiting for the perfect moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The perfect time. The perfect place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But life does not wait for perfection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And tomorrow\u2026Tomorrow is a promise<\/p>\n\n\n\n
None of us signed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A day will not come back<\/p>\n\n\n\n
just because you were not ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A moment will not repeat itself<\/p>\n\n\n\n
because you were afraid to start.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And sometimes I look at us, working day and night<\/p>\n\n\n\n
building someone else’s dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Giving our energy. Giving our time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Giving our strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet forgetting that our own dreams<\/p>\n\n\n\n
deserve the same effort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same discipline. The same commitment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every single day. So this is not the season<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for blame games. Not the season for self-pity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not the season for carrying bitterness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
like it is part of your identity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is the season to heal. To grow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To move forward, even if the steps are small.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because anything that refuses to grow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is either sick or already dying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I refuse to live a life that slowly dies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I will grow. Even if it is uncomfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even if it takes time. Even if I must unlearn<\/p>\n\n\n\n
many things along the way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will grow healthy. I will grow wise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I will make sure that the life ahead of me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is stronger than the story behind me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share\/v\/1CQctMEV9o<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Walking Shadow Poetry – Grow from what\u2019s meant to kill you.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n