Why Wait?

Why wait to do something?
Why wait to be great?
Take a step of faith.

Do something you've never done,
Go into the unknown.
There's a realm of impossibilities,
I dare you to stray from reality.

Quiet yourself,
Drown out the noise.
Instead of dreaming about change, be it!

Why do you want to do that?
I raised you to be better than that!
Who do you think you are?
What do you think you can accomplish?

What is that exactly?
What do you mean?

Stop with the questions.
Many times, they are just a hinderance.
You can be great now!

In case you don't already know, you ARE great now!
The potential in you is just lying dormant.

Don't wait for someone else to do it.
Don't wait for someone else to speak it.
Don't wait for someone else to make it.

Inspire. Motivate. Challenge.
These are words of action.

I'm not qualified.
I'm not talkative.
I don't know the right people.
I'm not from the right kind of family.
I've never done anything good in my life.

No more excuses!
Make up your mind.
I'm not going back. I'm pressing forward.
Blazing a trail.

I won't wait.
I will tell.
Things will change.

I choose to believe in myself.

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