What Motivates You?

Everyone has their motivation and these two are mine. My oldest Eliana (top) And youngest Samara.

Raising two daughters has changed me and grown me into the man and person I am today.

I wouldn’t change a thing in my past, even the things that have broken and crushed my spirit.

I can’t even begin to measure the pain.

Life isn’t a bed of roses, but even roses have thorns.

Now that I think about it, maybe life is a bed of roses after all.

Just a thought;

To get to the rose at the top of the stem you have to endure the thorns along the way.

This isn’t a negative view of life, but a sobering reality because it’s truth.

Or shouldn’t I talk about the tears shed while raising my daughter’s and at the same time deny my own humanity?

May it never be!

Because to deny or make little, the reality of life’s pain and suffering,

I would be setting my daughter’s up for failure and selling you short on the truth.

Unless you prefer me to tantalize your ears with dainty treats?

I love deeper and even harder now, because of them and they have taught me that it’s okay for men and dad’s to cry.

It’s okay,

You don’t have to listen to anything I have to say,

And I don’t need for anyone to like or comment, as if I need anyone’s approval.

Because in most people’s eyes, I’m a nobody.

But to my daughters, I’m a somebody,

And that’s all that really matters, right?

The promise I hold to and live my life by;

I’ll always keep it raw and real because life’s unedited and never candy-coated.

Or with my words shall I paint you a different picture, just so that you’ll like and follow me.

But I can’t.

Because if I attempt to sell you anything less, would be the equivalent of me denying my own daughter’s existence.

The truth,

I haven’t figured out everything, but what I have figured out I write about and sometimes I bleed words turning them into poetry.

Am I too raw and real for you?

Because all I am is a dad of two beautiful girls.

And that’s all I need to be at the end of the day.

Just think about it,
Bradford Lee Mace

By Bradford Lee Mace

Dad, Health & Fitness Enthusiast, Writer, Poet & Entrepreneur

One day a poem formed in my mind, it happened as a result of an experience I was going though. So I wrote it down and haven’t stopped writing since.

I’m not skilled in grammar and punctuation or even spelling, but I do have a gift for translating my feelings, thoughts and emotions into words, that people can relate to.

My motivation for writing comes from a deeply rooted desire I have to encourage and motivate people.

I know the loneliness, that darkness that leads a person to contemplating suicide, that was once me. I had no one that understood the pain, agony and darkness I was going through.

And that is why I write and share publicly, in hope that I might encourage another human soul needing desperately to hear, “There’s hope, you’re not alone in your struggle”.

I haven’t figured out everything, but what I have figured out I write about, and sometimes I bleed words turning them into poetry.