Beliefs of My Own

Beliefs of My Own

        Imagine a world where everything you are was because of what other people wanted you to be. Now take that and put it in today’s world but there are no positive comments on your success & all people seem to want to do is tear you down and make you feel like your personal goals will never be achieved. I believe in the power of self-motivation & personal progress.  If you would’ve asked me 3 years I would have told you that what people had to say about me is just as important of what I think of myself. But the reality is people comments should never phase you if it has nothing to do with encouraging you give the very best you can. There is more to life than negative thoughts and putdown moments.

        It was rather good day until I got home from school. And like any other teen of this generation the first thing that seemed to grab my attention was the little bright screen that keeps our minds up for hours. It felt as if it were yesterday for it is memories like these that you never forget. The living room went silent as I read every word, the walls closed in as if trackers were pushing them in to squish me. If it wasn’t for so and so I probably wouldn’t be close to the person I am today. The message was cold and the delivery was broken, but what I can tell you is that this very message was one I thought I’d never receive. I took a turn and has been one of the best things that could have happened to me. These words hurt more than the meaning behind them, every set of letters was like individual spears piercing my troubled soul slowly and aggressively. The message was displaying scenes only seen in horror movies. Death was all over the message and my heart was discouraged. It was unclear to me if their intentions were pure or if their heart dwelled in the right place. Four years ago this exact moment took place, and as the years passed by it continued to impact me in ways my mind couldn’t fathom.

        One year passed and my mindset shifted, two flew past and I started to change my appearance. Once three years had passed I had completely transformed into a different person, one who’s heart had changed with his mind. Thoughts of others began to interfere with me thinking with my heart and instead with my mind. My first year of high school was rough only because it seemed that my name was in everyone else’s mouth but my own. In class, talking too much seemed to be the only thing that would distract me from the gossiping and judgement outside of the classroom walls. In reality everywhere you go should be a place of comfort, a place where being yourself is ok.

I believe in self-confidence and personal progress. Life is not a race against others; it is not about who can jump the highest or who has the best looks. It is about using the time we have here, the time we have now to try and become the best version of ourselves. This is your time so stop wasting it on thinking about others thoughts of you.