So get the fuck up.
People can offer their support, but no one holds more power over your life than you do. The truth is, you alone possess the key to your own transformation, and you must desire it with sufficient intensity. No one can serve as your guidepost for every challenge, holding your hand through every adversity. There will be moments when you must navigate the path independently. I’m not suggesting you face the world in isolation; I’m urging you to stop waiting for a saviour.
The individuals in your life are not your personal emotional dumping grounds; they are not here to bear the burdens that rightfully belong to you. They are supporting characters in your narrative, and you are the protagonist. So start acting like it. How pathetic is it to take a backseat in your own story?
“I’m waiting for a sign” — And I’m waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass.
As harsh as it is, the universe couldn’t care less about what you desire or achieve in life. It doesn’t concern itself with whether you perceive it as conspiring against you or not. So, you can either face reality or I will gladly slam that reality in your face (respectfully). Endure the pain, the rejection, the failure — at least you did it. Leaving your future self to wonder “what if” is the cruellest play in the book.
As a collective experience, we were always told to rip off the bandaid rather than peel it gradually because it would hurt less. Ten years ago, I would have scoffed at this advice, but my younger self was unequivocally mistaken. Peeling off the bandaid slowly prolongs the inevitable, stalling to avoid the pain, and inevitably intensifying it. Or maybe you’re a masochist, but I’m choosing to believe the latter.
Of course, our issues increase in a more serious tone as we grow older, but the principle will remain the same. We delay, we evade, running for the hills, further and further away from the issues buried beneath our skin. How long are you going to keep waiting? How long will you wait for “the” sign? How long will you wait for someone to save you? Stop wasting your time. Unlike cats, we don’t have nine lives. We have one, and you’re really going to waste it waiting?
No one’s going to hold your hand forever, the universe will not nudge you in the right direction nor will it give you a sign for guidance. Other people are busy taking charge in their own lives, so why aren’t you doing the same?
So like I said, get the fuck up. (With x’s and o’s)
xoxo,
Karyee.
