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When Was the Last Time you Raised your Standards?

Be Honest!

When was the last time you truly raised your standards?

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Not in theory. Not in talk. But in the quiet corners of your life where comfort hides and mediocrity whispers stay right here.

So many people wonder why they feel drained, uninspired, or trapped in the same patterns year after year.

It’s because they’ve built a home inside their own limitations, surrounded by people who think small, dream small, and live small.

We blame circumstances, timing, exhaustion… but the truth is simpler:

We’ve stopped expecting more from ourselves.

Raising your standards is not glamorous.

It means letting go of people who no longer fit your growth.

It means having hard conversations with yourself about the energy you tolerate, the distractions you feed, and the voices you allow to echo in your mind.

It means outgrowing environments that reward your silence and resent your ambition.

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If your life feels like a loop, the same arguments, the same heartbreaks, the same frustrations, it’s not fate. It’s repetition. It’s a mirror showing you that you’ve outgrown the version of yourself still trying to make peace with the bare minimum.

You are not meant to live stuck in cycles that drain your brilliance.

You are meant to rise.

And rising requires standards, higher ones, sharper ones, unwavering ones.

Raise them.

Protect them.

Live by them.

The next level of your life depends on it.

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Until next time!

Take care of your heart!

Nikki Sterling @paragonwords

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Protect Your Soul

You will feel the decay

On the edges of your soul

You will

See the answers but will be

Unable to grasped it

The days became heavy

Darkness walks about

Looking for souls

On the verge of collapsing

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Stronger…

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Holding off the impending darkness….

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No one notice that the days are getting shorter, that hope is fading. No one seems to care. These days I notice everything. The whips of smoke that seems to spell your name in the sky. The sweet call of hummingbirds reminding each other of their undying love. The way memories taste like ash and licorice. There’s a fountain of pain that rises up within me, each one recounting my failures, my regrets, my past. The countless ways my heart wraps around dead words, trying to bring them back to life. This world once light me on fire, filled me with hope, kissed me each morning with it’s glorious beauty,  now I search the days trying to find something worthy, something that will remind me that life is worth fighting for.

Life is a battle

A cadence of irreversible decisions

The truth bleeds out

From the edges of time

We see nothing

We feel nothing

Until it’s too late

Death lick the nonsense

That flowed from our tongues

We have out played our hands

The curtain is falling

Our nakedness exposed

The air is tight

Thunder is gathering

Exile memories

Bond together

Fighting for survival

At night we sleep with the demons

And rise expecting the world

To bend to our will

We are mere puppets

Walking a thin line

Between life and death©
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Your Worth….

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True Worth

WORTH

 

 

True worth is found
Not in the art of acceptance.
But in the desire to do what’s
Right even if you are not accepted ©

 

 

 

by Nikki Moore
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