I have been water for too long.

Water is pliable. Manipulated too easily by whatsoever contains it.

I must be more like ice; ensuring that any form I create for myself remains so even after the glass breaks & the frame falls away.

Any motivation, discipline, or structure that’s not rooted firmly within myself and aimed at serving my needs + goals explicitly, is only temporary.

There is comfort in allowing external factors to define me; it relieves me of accountability. Of honesty. Integrity. If i permit myself to believe that my life is ruled -only- by forces beyond my control, I don’t have to interrogate the decisions I make + the various ways i allow myself to be a hinderance to my own progress.

Fear will make water of you;

dare to be ice.