|“If you are going through hell, keep going.”
― Winston Churchill
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive” -Howard Thurman
|Copyright: M.Lee Photography|
After working for almost a week at my internship in New York City, I have realized the importance of passion and dreams and the role they play in innovation, motivation and creativity. Your passion and dreams ARE (or at least should be) the driving force of your life; and life should be a romantic display of your talents and creations.
This relationship between you and the world is important – so important that when you leave it, it will still remember you fondly, and the legacy of your passion will touch peoples hearts for centuries.
Contrary to popular belief, there is a place in this life for the things we love to do, and with a little bit of faith, that can be enough to provide for a beautiful livelihood.
It’s up to you what your love story will be about; it’s up to you whether your life will be a best seller or an out of date dictionary Whether it’s a story worth being remembered or carelessly tossed to the back of a dusty shelf.
But of course that depends on what is in your heart. If it’s consumed by greed, selfishness and envy, your motives behind your talents will only destroy the goodness in yourself and the world around you. No one will want to remember it, and your footprint will be covered as quickly as possible because it only brings negativity.
It’s important to keep passion as fuel for the fire in your heart. Your success will be determined by your motivation. Combined with a generous character, thoughtful mind and kind smile you will accomplish anything, your success will be endless and your story will be remembered.
Because true passion, should inspire others. Creating an endless line of successful inspiration from a single person with a single talent and a single dream.
Chase your dreams.
|Photo By : M.Lee Photography|
After announcing the start of my new blog Instagram, I got a lot of traffic on the website, and that night, I started feeling things that I hadn’t felt since my last break down.
I felt exposed, and raw. And I got scared. I was scared of being vulnerable. I put all of myself out there.
My story, my projects, my ideas, my thoughts, my photos. Everything I had discovered, and a lot of my healing process. Out there, for anyone to either build up or tear down. I had no way of protecting myself from a harsh comment. If anyone shared any hurtful though it would hit straight through my heart. And there was no turning back.
Luckily, I had a few really wonderful responses, which gave me the extra boost of confidence I needed to continue writing and not worry about “haters”. Even though I don’t have any yet…. that I know of.
Because their kind words of encouragement and intense appreciation made it all worth it.
I told my grandma all about my story for the first time yesterday. She asked me why on earth I would post something like that on the internet for everyone to see.
I thought about it and I told her that the whole process of creating something good or useful, is so helpful to me. Like my dance video project, the paintings, or the photographs. But more specifically this blog. Writing my thought processes down and explaining my pain suffering and everything is so good for me. Cleansing.
I knew that if I didn’t give my suffering a purpose would have never gotten better and my depression would have consumed me.
I’d go crazy, absolutely crazy.
I would have been stuck in a sulking stage. “Why did this happen to me?” or “Why did I deserve this?”
Urgh thinking like that now frustrates me because it only makes you sink deeper. What is done is done, make the best of it or allow it to ruin your life. And this is MY life. I wasn’t about to let anyone else destroy it without my permission. I am a fighter.
In addition to that, I feel like there are a lot more people struggling with suffering than we realize.
Most of us judge people based on a few first impressions and don’t realize how deep they are. We see them in the moment, but not as a result of their struggles and accomplishments. What they’ve seen and lived through to get to that very moment.
Because most of them don’t put it on the internet. (HA)
But the result of my pain has caused me to create and connect in wonderful ways.
I’m very open. I’m the type that likes to share (unless its food), tell stories, explore, and grow.
Even though I write this as sort of a “self-help” book at times, I am still very much going through my healing process.
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and
After the Storm by Mumford & Sons
And I thought it was perfect.
“And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.”
“Controlled or prescribed burning, also known as hazard reduction burning (HRB) or swailing, is a technique sometimes used in forest management, farming, prairie restoration or greenhouse gas abatement. Fire is a natural part of both forest and grassland ecology and controlled fire can be a tool for foresters. Hazard reduction or controlled burning is conducted during the cooler months to reduce fuel buildup and decrease the likelihood of serious hotter fires. Controlled burning stimulates the germination of some desirable forest trees, thus renewing the forest. Some cones, such as those of Lodgepole Pine and Sequoia, are serotinous, meaning they require heat from fire to open cones to disperse seeds.”
In the middle of the paragraph it reads:
“Hazard reduction or controlled burning is conducted during the cooler months to reduce fuel buildup and decrease the likelihood of serious hotter fires.”
What is viewed as a horrible fire can actually prevent something worse form happening.
The suffering I have gone through has prepared me to endure worse pains or help others with theirs to reduce the risk of a bad situation becoming worse.
“Some cones … are serotinous, meaning they require heat from fire to open cones to disperse seeds.”
I’d like to use myself as an example of this:
One of the most beautiful things about a person is the compassion they can share with the world. Compassion is a nurturing emotion and is often an indicator of our capability to love as well as a pretty accurate measure of our individual humanity. If we spend too much time beating ourselves down instead of understanding ourselves we become broken. This is self harm, even if you can’t see it in cuts or bruises, and it doesn’t help you get better.
A lot of what I went through was confusing and I constantly found myself asking “What’s wrong with me?” Well, a lot. But if I hadn’t had compassion and patience, I wouldn’t have gotten through it. Or learned anything from it.
At the same time, compassion for others is super important. Especially if they were as broken or as lost as I was. There will be times you may not understand why or how another person is hurting, but I guarantee if you just love them through it, they will start to feel the difference (even if you can’t see it). It’s the biggest way to make a difference in someone else’s life. It’s the best way to show the love of God.
Just love them through it all. Just the way they are. Let them know their brokeness is okay, and can even be a good thing. Let them know that there is hope to heal.
My friends were so good at that.
I owe a lot of credit for the blooming of my beautiful flowers to them.