Live Your Truth

If you think about it, how much time do we spend in our heads wishing things were another way, beating ourselves up, beating others up, crafting a different past, wishing for a different future? All of that is resistance. All of that is pain.

Success and failure come and go but don’t let them define you. It’s who you are that matters.

That is why I write. To share with the ones I love, to share with myself, to remember and live the lessons, to make fewer mistakes — or at least better ones. A guide for me to return to and apply because I know that when I do, my life flows naturally,

The things I carry are my thoughts. That’s it. They are the only weight. My thoughts determine whether I am free and light or burdened. Regardless of whether the world is exploding or celebrating, my inside determines the quality of what I experience outside.

Hemingway, whenever he was stuck in his writing, would tell himself to write one true thing. A true sentence. Then, he would write another. And another.

If there is one lesson I’ve learned from failure and success, it’s this. I am not the outcome. I am never the result. I am only the effort.

Ask yourself: what is it, that if I believed it down to my core, would change everything? Make the fears irrelevant? Make the person I’d become so unbelievably amazing that I’d blow my own socks off?

He knew himself. The opinions of another, unless they were truly close to him, didn’t matter. He had lived life the way he wanted to. That’s the most any of us can ask.

I so often forget the lessons. So I write for him. A guide, perhaps, to the future. To the self that will one day look back and nod, knowing.