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Don't you ever wonder

“There is no one for me to blame, because I know the only thing in my way is me.” Mandy Harvey said on her “Try” song. I froze the moment I heard that song. Such powerful message packed with a beautiful song, alongside with a wonderful vocal. Sometimes we lost sights of ourselves. We are so focus on competing with others when the only one we should ever compete with is ourselves. We compete with the “yesterday” us. As we must always be better than the way we were. Baby steps are okay, we just have to keep going, and keep improving ourselves to be even better.


Don't you ever wonder


Don't you ever wonder what lays beyond those walls?

Those walls of self-doubt, self-distrust, self-pity,

those walls of underestimation of oneselves.


All of those self-destructive feelings; those crazy thoughts, those mindsets?


What will happen if you have none of that?

Who will you be?

What will you accomplished?

What great things will you achieve?

How far, will you go?

 

You'll go so far to the great beyond, believe me.

You'll reach that "somewhere" where people of this era only ever dreamt about

You'll grasp every single goals you've ever had right in your own two hands.

All of your visions will slowly fall into place.

 

I know it will.

You just have to work hard to overpowered yourselves.

Overcome your fear.

Defeat that "bad" you.

 

And please remember,

Remember this good for a lifetime

that the only thing that stands between you and your dream is you.


The only thing in your way is you.


-anandakhai, Juni 2020.


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