Soul Rebel Thoughts

We want what life tells us we should have BUT our hearts speak their own language

Every experience, every moment makes an impact on our hearts.

From deep passionate eye contact, to a soft kiss. It all sticks to the strings of our hearts

Love simmers in our minds causing us to think about it day and night, hour after hour

It’s confusing to the natural mind…Why must it be so difficult?

Yet our hearts know what they desire without complication….

We feed off of special moments, and our hearts place the memories in an unforgettable chamber

It drives us crazy….how can we handle it?

The mind of our heart will wander us into a realm that we never want to leave

Little do we know, that indescribable place is where passion dwells

We still ask…..Why love?

Take the journey, and see for yourself

Look in the eyes of a soul rebel.

Filled with determination and fire, giving up was never written in my story.

Speak volumes to your mind daily….

I will prosper.

My mindset is my kingdom.

My hustle is mine.

Creating the blueprint to my future is the mission at stake.

Check the stitching on the cloth that you’re cut from.

Just because someone else doesn’t understand it, doesn’t mean it’s not a masterpiece.

Embrace that stitching because every last one makes you YOU!

Speak…the focus of your path

Walk…as if you’ve arrived

Be…the one in your vision

Your mindset…is only the beginning

Shatter the existence of anything holding you back

Your time has not passed…It is right now! – E Stone

If they aren’t on board while you meditate

Why keep them around when you start to elevate?

The mind is fragile.

Without attention it will start to vegetate

Invest in your mindset. Watch the daily growth.

If those around you don’t care for your vision, then let them buy a train ticket to go a different route.

Excuses, I have none. Explanation, you get none. Real Soul Rebel..I AM ONE!

Life is like wet sand on the shore. On the surface everything looks solid, held together, minor defects, but one stab into the surface causes a leak.

The leak continues until something washes over and makes the surface whole again.

Waves of life enter and then release back into existence, issues from left and right, but everything can still seem solid on the surface.

Wind breaks, fog in the distant scenery, but the only sound that reaches the eardrum is the crisp air deflecting off the waves.

Alone yet surrounded. Peace during chaos. Hold strong to keep from breaking.

The solidity of the surface is only an appearance to the natural eye

But the moments of life still remain penetrable