Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time i was 6 months in my mothers womb,developing and becoming all that she could want me to achieve. Once upon a time it was November and in three months all that you imagined, what I look like and who I could become would be all in your arms, curled up in a hospital blanket. You would hold me in your arms like that and  as months went by you would watch me crawl until at 9 months when you watched me take my first steps.

Once upon a time we celebrated 1, it was a milestone and a whole lot of first moments to come until 2 and here came the terrible twos, drenched in cuteness, cursing and terrible tantrums. 3 and 4 as we get to know each other even more because 5 and 6 I would  spend most of my day with Mrs Naiomi at Little Lambs until you watched me graduate.

Once upon a time I was 7 and it was my first day at Montessori, so many things to learn and new friendships to be built. There's a shift and change coming because 8 will be here soon, new school, new friends, oh dear not  again. What did I know 9 was coming and off to a different province we go, I've got this we've been here before but why does it hurt this time around. Well I guess I have 12 months at 10 to process it all, or will I ever? I guess time will tell.

Once upon a time i was 11 and I lost Dad,how those months of your chronic pain unfolded right before my eyes. You would soon sing me a lullaby only this time it was you going for a deep sleep, That thick blanket of soil, I wonder how heavy it was on your chest 6 layers solid. At 12 and 13 Your voice echoes so loud in my ears and I remember your breathe of Peach flavored Beaches bubblegum. Your laughter and beautiful smile because that's what I choose to remember you by.

Once upon a time i was 14 and had dreams bigger than my  own imagination until 15, curled up in a hospital bed because chronic pains that dad once felt now made its way to me. At 16 I'm  a survivor putting bandages on old wounds, and skilled to clean fresh ones as 17 & 18 approach and I discover myself, drink away all that was supposed to be a great childhood, tame the beast that resided from within while making a few mistakes along the way not knowing that karma knows its way around and would soon find my address.

Once upon a time at 19 when everything felt like it was going right, I was breathing and at my prime. Straight out of high school and the world at my feet, or at least I thought. I would be 20 soon and looking back at my teenage years like "I guess we made it this far". 21 and setting goals because the pressure started mounting I have to accomplish them all. 22 & 23 would be a whirlwind not really knowing what I'm doing , Because let's face it, everyone is just working off of their current best guess.

Once upon a time at 24 I'm reminded that ten years ago I had dreams bigger than my own imagination, why those dreams haunted me every night, how they were so vivid as if it was yesterday when I had them. What if time was nothing but a day, 24 hours that symbolised each year of my life. Because at 25 I'd be back in hospital and my dreams and goals would be all that I have, a beautiful life of success, love and happiness would allow me to fight so that I could see 26 and at 27 I've survived yet again.

Because once upon a time we all wished to be were we are today not knowing what it took to get there. Life isn't really roses and peaches, you ought to go through all that you went through to become who you are and to get to where you are. I've learnt that all that you go through is meant to happen exactly when it happens, because there's a purpose for each and every single thing that happens in your life, why it happens also reveals itself when its supposed to. Every scar has a story. What will yours tell?
Let your scars be evidence that there is a loving, gracious God who fought your battles and conquered.

'Never like my Glory before you like my story '

Winning Spirit 

'It is the desire to win and make something of yourself regardless of what you've been through '

Too many times we allow our Past, What people say or think about us , their opinions of us dictate how we should live our lives and what we can become. Often using their words as excuses of why we don't follow our dreams and succeed.

Most people from disadvantaged backgrounds use that as a clutch of why they could never make it ,they allow their surroundings to define who they are and eventually what they  can become. An impoverished background does not necessarily mean you are nothing and can't achieve all that you want to achieve, it just means you have to work twice or three times harder than the average person. That should only serve as a catalyst to the engine of greatness that already exists in you.

Too many times success has become synonymous to kids who grow up in the Northern suburbs, went to the Model C schools and had parents who worked if not owned the greatest companies. True and Great levels of success can not be bought, it comes from within. It is something that naturally sterms from within, it is a desire and passion like none other, willingness to push no matter how tough or difficult your situation may be.

Someone once said in order to be great at anything, 'Your desire to succeed should always be greater than Your fear of loosing '. Now if anything, i know that nothing great ever came from someone who once wasn't terrified but they tried regardless. Always believe in yourself and be confident and convinced that what you have is greater than what anyone can ever imagine. Start listening  more to the voice inside of you and Stop listening to the noise that surrounds you.