Bonus points if you know what song my blog post title is from ;)
Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got and I am not referring to diamonds or bling here folks. I am talking about not having enough money, or only having a few stones to rub together.
I may only have rocks in my pocket right now, but I am not defined by them. My life story isn’t measured by these stones, these neutral-colored objects that may sometimes frustrate me, but they don’t own me.
These rocks won’t always be here. They won’t always be knocking around in my pocket, making me feel less than I am.
Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got, cause guess what? They aren’t my destiny. They aren’t the final chapter. They are not “the end”.
Because rocks can shatter. They can break into small pieces. They can be smashed to smithereens. And that’s what will happen to my rocks.
I have wandered with these rocks. I have travelled with these rocks. I have felt them pierce my skin.
Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got. They won’t always be here. I have plans for these rocks. I have plans for peace and contentment without these multi-dimensional pieces of guilt.
I have goals.
I have dreams.
And they don’t include these rocks…