I am not running out of time. If anything I have an abundance of time.
I used to feel like I was on a time limit. The clock in me ticked aggressively.
I had writer’s block for the longest. My goal to write a book started biting my foot. It dragged me into the darkest of corners because I thought I was running out of time.
If I don’t publish a book soon, I would never amount to anything I thought. I learned that this clock in me only worsened my writer’s block.
I have so many dreams. This irrational fear that I would never reach them stems from my own self-doubt.
I doubted that I would make it as a writer. I doubted that I would live long enough to see my dreams come true.
That clock has to slow down. Life is counted but I will reach everything If I really want to.
Tic Toc… stop clock.
My dreams will come true, be it 22 or 52.
All that matters is that I do it. That I don’t give up on my goal.
The success of others can not be a measurement for my own.
Clocks tic for so many reasons but sometimes we have to reset it and place it back on 00:00.