Friday, February 6, 2026
Despite what the scale says, I’m light. Despite what the mirror says, I’m young, without blemish, sleek. Despite what my bank account says, I’m affluent. Despite what my mind says, I’m nobody. Despite what the statistics say, I’m immune to failure.
Despite conventional thinking, I can do whatever I want. Despite what the experts say we need, I’m happy with nothing. Despite my achy body, I’m mobile, limber, and free. Despite the space on one side of my bed, I’m partnered and in love. Despite my age, I’m a baby.
Despite how spiteful the world is, I love it back, carefree, and not hung up. Despite my biology, my family is everyone, including my enemies. Despite my individuality, I’m just like you. Despite the stats, my blog is viral. Despite the New York Times Best Selling List, my book is atop the charts.
Despite my clingy doubts, all things are well-oiled and working. Despite my skill level, I’m perfect at what I do. Despite my tiredness, I have energy galore. Despite my weakness, I’m a powerful presence. Despite my dis-ease, I am easy.
Despite what time it is, I have all the time. Despite what’s in the cupboard, I have all the food. Despite the market conditions, I’m financially free. Despite the outer turmoil, the inner is well and straightforward.
Despite God, I am whole, free, and nourished. Despite the church, I have unwavering faith. Despite forgetfulness, I remember. Despite grudges, I forgive. Despite secrets, everything is known. Despite what I own, nothing is mine.
Despite what it looks like, I am unseen.
Despite my guilty appearance, I am innocent.
Despite what you see, I am invisible. Despite what seems unreal, I Am Real.
Despite what seems causal, I am ineffective.
Despite what seems like my control, everything happens, and it does so without the likes of me.