Claim Your Space

"Get out more often."
 

How much you conquer what is and who are around you is simply by being there. Always putting your best foot forward.  Presenting the real you to the world and fighting it out for your living space.

Even in silence. Let your presence be felt, in hushed voices?

In the dark of night, connect to the world through imagination. Get wild and wilder.

In the toil of day, in the heat of things...link up to the pain of loss and cheer of gain. Chase, chase and chase. That dream, that vision.

Again...


"Claim your space & time, respect personality, ridicule silence, critic speech, give honor, intimidate presence...the world will yield to your persitance. Be who you want to!"

As many hacks would tell you.   

#timQoutes

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