Living the dream.
Everyday is a start…
Life is pretty hard to deal with sometimes.
No matter our age, gender, or class we all have our own personal struggles that affect us in a certain way.
Some of our struggles might seem ridiculous to others, but to us they can affect us so much that it makes it hard to live with them.
It’s easy to always assume that if we had what others have we wouldn’t be so “devastated” with our lives.
and…
That is false.
That’s what’s wrong with today’s generation.
We are so stuck on the idea of
being like…
having like….
because the people, media, and entire society are teaching us to be anything but ourselves. They have set these standards for us to act or want to be a certain way at such an early age that we grow up lost.
Lost and desperate in having what isn’t for us and being what just isn’t us.
However we can still put a stop to this, self love can be adopted by anyone.
Everyday is a start of something beautiful. It might not seem beautiful as our struggles or stressors haunt us on to the next day after sleeping through the night; but it truly is. It’s the start of something beautiful because it’s an opportunity for change. Change can be hard when we have the pressure of life and society pressing against us making us feel like we must stay stuck, but it’s up to us to believe we can break free.
If we motivate our selves and don’t wait for motivation or approval from others we accomplish to break free and discover ourselves and our abilities to be better, live happier and feel healthier.
Everyday is the start of something beautiful if we love ourselves.
Inspiring all of you to not look for the greener grass on the other side but to nourish and care for your grass to see how beautiful and green it already is.
Break free, be YOU.
-Kbeautifulmind
Living the dream.
To think I was tired…
Exactly a year ago this picture was taken.
To think I was tired.
Tired of sleeping in cold hospital chairs.
Tired of sleeping with fear as I constantly woke up to look next to me in bed and make sure you were still breathing.
Tired of watching you moan with pain and sob with fear.
Tired of watching the woman I’ve always seen struggle for her kids, now struggle as she fought for her life.
Tired of seeing the strongest woman I ever knew get deteriorated by and ugly disease that made her weak.
Tired, I was tired of watching you slowly wash away in front of me, knowing there was nothing I could do.
I was tired, but as hard as time was then, I’d go back in the blink of an eye.
Because even though It has gotten easier….
Today Im tired, tired of missing you and waking up to a stoned box that is very beautiful but can’t hug back.
Tired of waking up to silence because it doesn’t tell me “Buenos dias huevona”
Tired of crying to it knowing it can’t talk back when I need you.
Today marks 10 months since you been gone and I know its selfish and you are in a better place but Im tired of missing you and I wish you were here, even if we were still fighting this battle.
I hope the angels know what they have momma, because I really miss you.
Kbeautifulmind
The hand he deals you…
“Everyone makes excuses for them.”
“They make excuses for themselves.”
…
“Life is just hard for them, they never get lucky with their cards.”
“God hates me”
“I was put in this world to suffer”
“Their love was tampered by life, they were delt the wrong set of cards.”
God never deals anyone the wrong set of cards, he gives you the perfect hand for your life and situation. It’s how you play the game that results if you win or lose it all.
Stop making excuses on why you couldn’t or can’t get through something.
Stop making excuses on why you’re making the hard times harder.
Stop making excuses for your bad decisions, or why you hurt someone, or why you disrespected them.
Stop making excuses on why you’re a shitty person and/or treat other’s like shit.
We are the cards in our own game, we decide how we play our hand and what results in it.
It won’t be a perfect game, there will be times where you will be down and times where you’ll be up.
You won’t always hold the higher hand in comparison to those around you, but your time will come and if you cherish what you have and play fair…
You always win.
-Kbeautifulmind
Atelphobia
She knew she feared something but couldn’t figure out what it was.
Maybe it was rejection, the idea of someone not wanting her was a bit hard to swallow for she had always been wanted by someone.
Maybe it was being alone, she had never been alone, for as long as she could remember there has always been someone there.
Maybe it was acceptance, she already knew that at times she tried too hard, she gave too much, she shared too much, she expressed too much.
She also knew that at times she was heartless, rude, careless and too honest.
So maybe, just maybe…
She feared rejection?
Maybe she feared loneliness?
or maybe…
She feared not being accepted?
But by who?
Maybe it was just atelphobia.
Atelphobia for her future, it sounded right but she still didn’t understand it.
-Kbeautifulmind
Living the dream.
I thought I was a victim
I thought I was a victim, am I not good enough I’d ask myself?
What do I have to do, to grab his full attention?
What can I do to change him, to have him see that I am what he needs?
He says I’m the one and tells the same story to all of our loved ones, but at night he rushes to his contact list to see who he can get attention from.
I thought I was a victim, so I’d despise him everytime; kicking myself thinking “maybe you are not good enough.”
You need to be smarter, learn how to drive better, don’t speak to much, don’t over think, don’t share your feelings, don’t bother him to the extremes.
I thought I was a victim because he made me feel that way, then I realized I played apart in my own unhappiness by deciding to stay.
-Kbeautifulmind
Why must I hide
Why must I hide what I have been through, just to protect your image for those who care about you.
Why can’t I share with the world what I’m feeling inside, without a care in the world of what you’ll look like.
Why are they offended by what I have said, if I speak the truth of what has happened.
When did I become the bad guy after all of this?
Can’t they see how much I loved you and how deep is my agony?
Why can’t they understand me as humans?
Can’t they see how broken I am and what you’ve done is unfair?
You do this with out feeling any guilt, make them fall madly in love, using them for your needs till you get bored and move on.
Tell them the truth, since you claim to be such a good man, tell them all the hurt you caused me before the very end.
Tell them how I covered it and was force to put on a smile like there was no pain.
Tell them what I wrote was what you deserved and no less.
Why must I hide to protect your image?
Why can’t you tell them exactly what happened.
-kbeautifulmind
Stand by your people…
Stand by your people and we will succeed.
Know that all of our hearts move to the same beat.
Stop with the names, the descriptions, and the identity tags.
Know that we all are made of the same atoms and body fats.
Stand by your people and we will succeed.
Don’t let those in power take over and defeat our communities.
Don’t let them divide us and make us fight, as they watch in laughter and enjoy the motion picture they’ve created with us.
Stand by your people and we will succeed.
Remember we all come from the same theory of our origins, one’s we can not escape no matter how hard we try to deny.
We are all made of the same formulas and no matter our skin color, sex, or ethnicity we are one.
Stand by your people and we will succeed.
Because we are all woman, men, daughters, sons, fathers, mothers and beautiful souls of the human race.
People who can unite and shatter their greed, as we destroy the xenophobia and racism we continue to practice in today’s society.
Stand by your people and we will succeed.
For we should all be reminded that we are all African, Hispanic, Asian, Middle Eastern, Caucasian and deserve the same rights.
Stand by your people and realize that catagorizing each other is the only obsticle stopping us from success and defeat.
In honor of Black History Month and in Celebration of all the beautiful people of our society,
-Kbeautifulmind
I want myself back.
I don’t want you back.
I want myself back.
I want the care free gal that was inspired by love.
I want the woman with dreams, that believed in true love.
I don’t want you back.
I want myself back.
I want the gal who laughed loudly.
The gal who sung freely, and lived wisely.
I don’t want you back.
I want myself back.
I miss the old me.
The same one who managed to see good in you,
and trusted so openly.
I don’t want you back.
I want myself back.
-Kbeautifulmind
I won’t stop until I’m her…
I wake up and see her, she’s so close, yet so far it’s frustrating.
She knows what she wants, even if at times it seems like she’ll never achieve it.
She tries hard to fulfill it, but her disatisfaction is so loud it’s resounding.
One problem, two problems, three problems, four , when will she be happy with what she’s got?
I’ve become obsessed with the woman I am suppose to be.
The woman I believe, she needs to be.
I wake up and see her, she’s so close, yet so far it’s obstruct.
She’s the reason behind everything I do, she’s the reason I’ve yet to give up.
My actions are carefully conducted, with that familiar face in mind.
I won’t stop until I’m her.
-Kbeautifulmind
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