Source (take what resonates)

I still have this feeling of being limited despite of how adult I have become.
I still feel and hear their voice echoing that there’s not enough.
But I know I can make more money on my own now.
I just felt this old feeling before. It’s really killing me inside.

I must be free from this feeling of not receiving more than enough.
I feel like I was always vibrating out from lack and dependency from the people who have provided me.

But my new company’s unlimited cash comes from my mind and not from an emotion that’s from the past.
I must let it die, the connection I have from this man who kept giving me money, it sounds so dirty.
Now I have to make transactions only. No more cash will come to me if I will not withdraw it.

I must transfer and withdraw money out from my unlimited card.
I can withraw money anywhere, everywhere I go.
I am paperless, it’s no longer dirty.
It will only become dirty once it passes through another hands like that cousin who’s always angry with me.

The Government has a way, I should have taken that opportunity.
It was a wrong decision that I choose to come here to study.
But I am still thankful and grateful that I got this opportunity, to study in that private school almost for free.
Now I will take that opportunity to get all that free classes offered by the government also for free.

I can take that Tesda for free. I can take anything free from the government.
It’s no longer coming through the hands of my old source.
This money came from all over the world.
This money is unlimited because other people make money on their own.
This money is no longer from my family, no need to worry, no more D.M who’s going to compute the money my aunt and mother have given me.

This money is for free, I have worked for it, not being given to me with agony.
I have worked for it, not being forced by me.
I have thanked for it, not being stolen by me.
I can share with it to my FICCO community.
I can also give it to my PNB and developers bank accounts in exchange for a house and lot.

If they won’t accept it, good. The banks are always open to accept my blessings. They can make money from it. They can have it loaned for people to get their business done. They can have it loaned to make big corporations up and running. They can play big with it.
In the bank, my money matters. But I also have a community that will accept me and my money.

They can serve more to the community. They can make someone else’s lives better.
I can be super rich and just doing volunteering work for the community.
I can be giving food for the community.
Nobody cooked for me, I might volunteer to become a cook for a cause for free.

I can be more, I can do better, specially in my foundation.
I will be there to support them.
I will be their loyal volunteer.
I am better with them, I will always be better.

Published by Roselyn

Hi! I'm Roselyn! The first and only daughter of my father. He's a farmer and I am so proud of him for raising me and accepting me as his own. I believe that Broken families are meant to be broken for good. As a product, I always feel in-secured about family coz I think I don't have one and I am left alone; but the truth is, I still have them, they just went separate ways and I just have to accept that and move on. It's my only insecurity, I have no place to call my home coz my parents doesn't have one. They're broken after all. I'm going to make a family and it will start with me.

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