You either have the good stuff flowing through your brain, the fuel derived from the essence of your authentic self, or you have the low grade stuff, the stuff made up of stories.
Stories of how you’re no good, or that you’ll never amount to anything, or how everyone is living a better life than you -- you know, the cheap fuel that burns like bad oil and sends plumes of black smoke coming out from under the hood obscuring your vision so you can’t see where you’re going, and finds you wandering around aimlessly with a haze around your heart because your GPS can’t communicate with you properly.
The choice of fuel up is up to you. Where you fuel up is up to you. Whether you fuel up at all, or leave your tank empty and your life stuck, is also up to you.
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