Own the odds

When every odd is against you, it’s up to you to change it.

How can you expect someone else to shift the odds 

when you don’t even care enough to try?

Let go of that “tomorrow energy,” and start engaging in the today, 

in the right now.

You are better than whatever isn’t meant for you.

You will forever be the definition of grace and poise.

You will forever be the definition of beauty.

And no matter what—you are still God’s child.


– Love, R0ckstar 💫



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