How frequent do you tell yourself stories that mask the beautiful gifts you have to offer the world?
How many of them make it so difficult to support your feelings when they become concentrated?
What is it that you have been telling yourself that has become you? It needn’t be dreadful, even the exceptional things we think about and tell us also manifest.
I always told myself that I will do as I willed and wanted, it didn’t have to be fancy so long as it was what I wanted it to be. Now I rest in some of the chattels I conjured in my middle when I was starting out.
What a man thinks, so he is saying the bible, what are those thoughts you have been thinking about yourself?