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I'm not idling anymore.

"I've never told you this, but sometimes, I imagine wrapping my arms around you, and pulling you into a world of our own."

"You're such a child. Your imagination is...over used."

"Better over used, than not used at all, right?"

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Guys, I don't want to wait anymore. I'm sick of waiting. Nothing happens when you wait. The only thing you can do to bide the time is let boredom encompass you like the great waters of a massive ocean. It'll drown you, tugging you away from the shoreline, and there's nothing to do except sink.

But I'm going to change that. No more boredom for me. I overheard my mother the other day, talking to my dad, and she said something like; "If you care enough about yourself, make the efforts to take at least one step toward your goals."

So that's what I'm going to do.

It's going to take some time, I presume. But I won't be in the idle waiting stage. I'm building my boat, to cross the oceans. I'm preparing to take on the journey of a lifetime.

But where am I going? And how am I going to get there? All I know is, I want to be out there. Doing something. Making something. Writing something. Helping someone. I want to conquer fears and build myself up into the person I want to be. I want to learn who I am.


The photo is via pinterest, but I added the text. >.<


So, I'm taking the first step. I'm choosing my path. I'm not idling anymore.

Are you idle anymore?

Thank you for reading. <3
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  1. YES to EVERYTHING. By the way, your words are good. Truly, madly, deeply good. ;) LET'S GO, ROSIE! x

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  2. Anonymous18.2.14

    beautiful. that was so beautiful Rosie.

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  3. That is absolutely amazing! Love your writing Rose :)

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  4. Beautiful! Amazing. LOVE IT!
    xx Hannah xx
    http://www.lifethroughmyawesomecameralens.blogspot.com/

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