Luck exists.
I don’t have the time.
Tomorrow will come.
You are born successful.
It’s just a dream.
Just wait and you will see.
I’m not schooled enough.
It’s not worth it.
I can’t _______.
We whisper these words under our breath all too often. And they’re heavy too. So heavy that we’re going to have to drag them to the trash every morning.
Resistance loves when we forget to take the trash to the curb.
But our soul is free to fly when we hear the trash man drive off with our kryptonite.