At the end of my life, when I look back on all of the things I've accomplished and survived, I'm sure I'll feel strong and grateful. But I've realized that that's not what I came here for.
I did not come here to survive. I came here to thrive.
So at the end of my life, I want to look back to see how all of that surviving led me to wake up. To wake up, and to savor the bliss of living Authentically, where I feel whole, safe, secure and wordlessly confident in my own skin.
That inner safe place, that sweet spot, that seems fleeting and infrequent. I have not come to visit, but to live in that space, that mindset, that state of being.
Have I lived a life laced with child-like awe and self-love?
If not, for what have I survived?
Today I will wake up from memorized behavior, and notice all the positive, feel-good things I overlook. Today I will thrive.