Once, there were majestic mountain peaks and verdant meadows. This is the self of strength and power.

Then there were many peaks and valleys of weaknesses. There's this swamp of self deception. Overflowing with the waters of egotism. Nearby lies the valley of self doubt. Littered with huge boulders of fears. Formed from anxiety about failing. Held in place by the pebbles of insecurity. The ground is dry. Parched from long droughts of some sad memories and painful goodbyes. Nothing grows in this valley. It is littered with weed of limitation and lack.

There is however another realm of landscape of self. It is not new but is a place I am just beginning to know and accept.

I now stand boldly in this new land. I now see lush. Sunlit hillside terraces of hope. Sandy white beaches of confidence. Floral gardens of self love. And mountains of faith in my ability to have it all.

I now see myself learning new things. Teaching new things. Creating objects of beauty. And loving others. Most of all, I see myself in a landscape of happiness.

I am just as I am.

And as I become, I am.

To laugh often and much, to win the respect of people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child or a garden patch, to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. For all the good times as well as the bad, I'll never give up! There's always a rainbow after every storm. Quitters are losers! I have decided to leave the bad memories behind, carry its lesson forward, and take it from where I fall. Breathe, appreciate life, and be productive, for I will only live each day once.

I never felt so sure and decided in my life until now. Guess I've finally reached the turning point, the make or break thing. I'm afraid, so afraid I don't know if I can do it. I was long asking for the sun to shine in the dark alley, but why am I having a hard time determining if it's the mine I'm longing for? The only thing I have now is courage and hope, two ammunitions I swear I'll give a tight grip. I know I'm nearing the last chapter of the story, and sooner Ill be laying eyes on the epilogue wherein I'll finally know where the characters bound, whether the story will be and should be ending substantial. Soon it will signal for the curtain call, soon the lights will blast on my stage and soon I'll do my final wave for my audience, and soon they'll stand and shower me with a big round of applause.

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