Sometimes I wonder when I began to settle. Mediocrity never seemed to be my strong point. In areas of my life where I wanted to succeed I would do everything in my power to do so. I told myself I was destined for great things. I told myself to envision those things, to create them, and up until a certain point I did. I think somewhere along the way I lost track. I fell accustomed to a life of negative outcomes, of strife. I sat down when instead I should have stood tall. I watched as these dreams were placed on a shelf and became dusty because my life couldn’t afford the hope and I had to do what I needed to survive. And that’s where the sadness kicks in… when I realize that this is what my life has become, that though I am proud of myself for surviving I wish I was so much more than that. I don’t want to survive I want to thrive.