Where ever I go I am followed by a dog called ego. Hence, my insecurity.

But. My spirit, is a different story.

It cares nothing for it.

In fact, it is far, far above the ego.

It sees the bigger picture.

It understands that, my ego is a wall that I must break with bare hands, and overcome.

It knows that I must be stronger than my ego.

My spirit knows that I need to trust God, believe in myself, and to keep. Pushing. Forward.

Carrying the weight of the world, smiling unceasingly, willingly taking the pain that my spirit holds.

It becomes giant-like.

It is colossal.