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Moving on is a decision.

Calm down, before you say “easier said than done”, listen. Moving on and doing better starts from the moment you decide to. Not the wishful “I really want to move on” or “I really want to do better.” No. The real deal. The kind of decision that sits in your chest like a final verdict. The kind you make with your full mind and not just your emotions.

Sometimes we love the idea of “better”, the idea of having “moved on”, but if we’re being honest, we’re not always ready for it. Just like the children of Israel who cried to God for freedom, but when freedom finally came, they started missing the familiarity of bondage. Because at least bondage was predictable. At least they knew what to expect.

The thing is, deciding will cost you what you’ve gotten comfortable with. Moving on will demand that you cut off certain things, unlearn certain habits, and walk away from patterns that have become your normal. And deciding to move on is you agreeing to cut those things off, even when it hurts. Same goes for becoming better. You don’t become better by vibes, you become better by choosing it, and then paying the price for it.

Because the truth is, you can’t keep holding on to what broke you and still expect healing to find you. While they say time heals on wound, moving on is not just about time passing, it’s about you making a conscious choice that reflects where you want to be. 


Dearest reader, even while it hurts, cut off what no longer serves you, make the decision today to let go of parts that no longer serve you. You can't want better while stuck with old patterns.

Moving on, starts with you, it starts with deciding. And then taking away parts that are not necessary for who you're becoming.




@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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