WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? 👻
It’s interesting how few felt like playing my “desire” game yesterday. 🤔 I can understand reservations around privacy to a certain extent; but really, what does it matter to know what a “stranger” wants out of life? 🌍 What I cannot fully understand is why people clutch their desires so close to their hearts ❤️ as if there is some risk to their very being by even sharing them. So many remain stuck in life NOT because they’re not capable of attaining what they truly want but because they are afraid to even admit what they want. 😶 When you suppress your desires, out of fear of being judged or laughed at, out of fear of never achieving them, you make yourself sick. 🤒 You weaken your spirit. 🌌 You betray your soul. 💔 People let entire lifetimes slip by ignoring what they want the most. 🕰️ They do little to nothing to ever truly go after what they want. 🎯 They ignore the fact that from the moment they are born, their life clock is ticking. ⏳ They have a finite amount of time to spend at life’s amusement park 🎢 and instead of ever actually getting on and riding the rollercoaster they came here for, they spend a lifetime letting others pass them in the queue. After you. No, after you. I insist. 🚶🏼♂️🚶🏽♀️ But, WHY? 🤷🏼 What is the worst thing that could happen if you declared your desires to the world? 🌎 What terrible thing would befall you if you were upfront about what you want? 🗣️ Do you think that it would be easier to actually arrive at these desires if you were real enough to own them? 🌱 Do you think that you would be able to show up as a stronger, more present, more loving partner/parent/child/employee/boss/etc if you were to know that you are doing what you came here for? 💪🏼💖 If this group does one thing, I want it to help wake people up to how infinitely powerful they are and how incredibly deserving they are of what they desire. 🌟 So, I challenge you again: are you brave enough to speak your desires into existence? 🗝️ Take three minutes to let your thoughts flow without censoring yourself. 🕒