Simultaneously living the best and worst days of my life. I just hope you see the light in me. More importantly, I hope you see the light in yourself. Love you.
Imagine just wasting time
Thinking about wasted times.
Trying to find ways to climb
And only falling way behind.
Let go, itâll set you free.
So many good things to see.
Let go, or what a mess youâll be.
And oh, what a mess to clean.
~Brendan âRoscoâ McBride~
TODAY.
Youâre going to make a decision.
One that may build your dream home
Or one that may foreclose your current house.
One where you may find some things -
that havenât yet been figured out.
One that may unlock the doors
To a million more places.
Or one that gets you surrounded
by unfamiliar faces.
And Maybe one to help a person
Who then helps another person change the world.
But maybe not -
Maybe thatâs too far off the path you are taking.
YESTERDAY.
You made a decision.
One that lead you to
where you were then.
And one that lead you
to where you are now.
One that couldâve been full of regrets -
Or one you wouldnât be here without.
One more thought about the smallest decision.
And one more for all
you wouldâve been missing.
TOMORROW.
Youâre going to make a decision
And little do you know
how little itâll be.
The tiniest ripple
making the biggest wave in the sea.
If youâre playing with all the cards you have.
There cannot be a wrong move.
Some will come filling you with joy,
others will leave you feeling blue.
And youâll probably think that youâve made the wrong decision too.
But that decision-
Yes that decision,
will be the right decision for you.
~ Brendan âRoscoâ McBride ~
Everythingâs changed by the end of the book
But every page remains
all the same if you look -
Beyond the surface you can see
Another day where itâs brighter.
And if you really start to look
Youâll notice you are the writer.
Where the pen met the paper
Youâll also meet your maker.
Time to step into a new world
And become the great creator.
Ahh I thought thatâs how this started.
No. You thought, thatâs how this started.
We all enjoy a trip
until the ship gets departed.
But even then, itâs not the end
The game keeps going.
You can save it or go spend it
And it still ends up stolen.
Wait, how could we ever lose
Anything that wasnât ours?
Between the days and the minutes
Especially all the hours.
Itâs as if we are born from death.
I mean they say we are going to die.
And what if thatâs not the end,
But a new place to arrive?
- Brendan Rosco McBride ~
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