"Paint Your Own Vision in Bold Strokes, then Send-it to the Universe!

Hey, old friend…

Stop painting your life with borrowed brushes.

The colors were passed down to you by family, friends, and the media.

They were never truly yours.

Second-hand hues, passed down and ingrained.

A palette not of your choosing.

But here’s the truth, old friend:

You don’t have to keep them.

You came here to craft your own masterpiece.

Your own design.

Your unmistakable imprint on this spinning world.

So I ask you…

What do you truly want?

Not what they told you to want.

Not the shiny promises you’ve been conditioned to chase.

But what ignites your passion from within?

What sings in your bones and sparks fire in your soul?

Hold that vision.

See it.

Feel it.

Own it—feel it as if it were already yours.

Stamp your vision boldly on the canvas of your life.

Seal it with gratitude—just like a signed letter—using a return address so the universe knows precisely where to deliver it.

Paint consciously.

Paint deliberately.

Paint it with pure and sacred intention.

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