YOUR TIME WILL COME.

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So, i was scrolling through my Instagram the other day and it got me thinking...

A simple scroll down your Instagram feed can ruin your day. I’m not talking about a tragedy or an emotional post. I’m talking about your homeboy popping’ bottles in the club or your homegirl getting proposed to on her birthday with over a hundred pictures to document it. I’m talking about your friends travelling around the world.

Truth is i have trained myself to ignore the noise and keep grinding away because the absolute worst thing that you can do to yourself mentally is to compare your life with those you see on social media  that are being presented to you on a daily basis.




Your life might not be perfect but your time will come. It may not look like it right now, but if you’re putting in the work and staying focused with the end in mind, best believe you are getting closer to achieving your own goals and dreams. Just know that anyone that’s posting ONLY their successes has surely seen their fair share of defeats, breakdowns, and losses, just like anybody that’s still living. Because after all, life is — a compilation of the good and the bad.

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  1. Anonymous26 April 2019 at 12:49

    Dear J.I.
    Don't get clouded by the external noise in your life. Your happiness is right in your face, maybe you don't see it or maybe you do? The point is, truly find yourself and everything else will fall into place, rapidly!

    You know me, I know you. Your secret admirer online.

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