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Know Your Name



"If it’s a broken part, replace it
 If it’s a broken arm, then brace it
 If it’s a broken heart, then face it
 Hold your own
 Know your name
 And go your own way"


Details in the fabric – Jason Mraz

(https://youtu.be/MA5vR_f34hA)

I have no idea where I had been this whole time, for I only knew this incredible song two days ago and it was released in 2008! That lyric hit me the first time I’ve ever heard of it and I knew I must write something-anything about this song. I’m so corny haha but really, I can’t stand good lyrics, plus it also came with such beautiful music as well. Jason Mraz really is the best!

So in this fraction of “Details in the Fabric” lyric he has a very powerful message to share with all of us. That whatever happens, you must know your name, and go your own way. You must overcome anything that put you down. Whether it’s a broken arm, a broken heart, or life itself.

Are you aware of the meaning of “know your name” term? It means that you must know what is the core of your being. Because that “core” is the one that will support you through life, every single time. Who are you outside of your job, your status? I’m a writer to my core. There is never a time when I feel like my time writing is a time wasted. I enjoy every minute of it, and the utter satisfaction that I encountered after. I want to be a blessing to everyone through my writings. That’s why I still set my time aside to write no matter how tired, no matter how packed up my life is.

“Go your own way”, he said. Never be afraid of going your way, though. Because some steps really are meant to be taken alone. Well, for starter, if you always wait for people, you might never go anywhere, right? Because your priority might differ from theirs, your path is dissimilar, your interests might varies, etc etc.

If a door hasn’t been opened for you, then open a new door! Life solution’s often pretty simple, isn’t it? It’s simple only if you have the courage to pursue it. Because opportunity comes to those who fights, not to those who waits. Well, my blog might not be exist ever if I listen to my doubts, right? 


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