Advice - Poem by Jerad Castaneda
Fear will only make you blind to the truth,
remember the change you make in yourself others will, for only you can change something about yourself.
reach for the stars, no reach passed the stars only then will you fully understand the power of a youthful mind. To have a youthful mind means to have dreams, hopes, wishes, imagination and fears.....
growing up doesn't mean putting your childish things away. It means to put the fears and past behind you, it means not to live in regret, because yes, you may have regrets but if you didn't, would you be the person you are today?
Don't Let others change you, it will only end badly.
Follow your own beat and not others, don't let someone live your life for you.
Know it only gets harder and when it feels like your about to brake
crash or fall apart. know that your not broken and you don't need to be fixed.
know no ones ever fully alone, it may feel like it at times but the one that your meant to be with will come and earn your trust and will always be there for will be there for you.
and if you thinking that person will ever leave you, then you need to figure out what you want in a person before you get in to deep.
don't waste time even thought in the long run we are like dust in the wind.
Don't go looking for love, let love find you. and when it does find you it will be someone that doesn't know how to handle you and someone not like anyone you've ever been with before.
you may actually end up in love and not lust.
Step up to the plate, no one is going to do it for you. Don't focus on the pain or the hurt of anything know that the hurt and the pain makes you stronger.
And remember to be true and love yourself reason's being, is yourself is the only one who can
other wise these words have no true meaning unless you look at them as good advice
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