There comes a time in your walk of life to put all of your cards on the table. And put all of your dreams beside them. To place down your options and give them a good stare. In the midst of being pulled one way and snatched the other. In the midst of your heart screaming yes and your mind screaming no. In the midst of your eyes racing over all that you've placed down. In the midst of everything, there's choices to make, decisions to conquer. Things to do, places to go and people to meet.

You have to choose what you want – you know, what's going to matter later on and not just in the moment. You've got to choose what you value, and what you believe is right. And sometimes, it takes many not so good choices to have the unwavering recognition of what that may be. But I think there comes a time in your walk of life to put all of your cards on the table, and to just choose.

I think people are constantly trying to form who they are with as many pieces from society that they can find. Fitting themselves into the newest trend and making themselves interested in the screaming popular belief. Buying based on the magazines, and posting based on the retweets. Swallowing their true based opinions to shout out what everyone will be pleased to hear. We hear complaints on how awful society has become and yet we all strive and push our way through the crowds to fit into it. When in reality, if we take a step to look at the big picture and the long-term practicality, perhaps we would recognize that it’s nonsense.

You’ve been given a piece of skin to wear as you. You’ve been given a beating heart for you. You’ve been given a mind to set goals for you. You’ve been given a purpose laid out for you and only you. You can’t be you while trying to be everyone else. You can’t reach your goals while trying to be a part of everyone else’s. You can’t live out your purpose if you are chasing after somebody else’s. You can’t please anyone trying to be everyone.

For every beating heart, for every living soul, I believe there’s a choice that comes with it. A choice that only you can make and that only you can live out. A choice in what you believe. A choice in how you want to live. A choice is what you believe is right. It’s all a choice for you to make – apart from what anybody else says. There comes a time to make it and go on from it with your head held high. Things will all work out for the best and in your favor, and, after walking out your life as you, I promise one day you’ll look back and you’ll nod your head in approval. Because you were different. Because you were genuine. Because you were you, and you chose to be you.