My Property Has Real Estate

There it stands—my property. The foundation is solid, unyielding, and steadfast. I look around and see the sun peeking through the beautiful deciduous trees, casting a golden glow across the land. Birds sing their songs, and curious animals stop by just to say hello, as if they, too, sense the peace here. The air smells crisp and pure, reminding me that this space, this property, is alive. It breathes with me, and for a moment, I’m reminded of its undeniable beauty and worth.

This foundation—it surrounds my real estate. On this land, there’s a beautiful home. From the outside, everything looks pristine. But as I walk through the door, I begin to notice something unsettling. Over time, my home doesn’t feel quite the same. Somehow, somewhere, I let others come in and rearrange it. My furniture’s out of place. The colors don’t reflect my taste anymore. It’s as if this space, once entirely my own, has been altered without my permission.

You see, when I first laid claim to this property, it was mine—entirely mine. I was its sole proprietor, the one who decided how it looked, felt, and functioned. But slowly, I allowed others to step in. They moved things around. They painted over my walls with colors that didn’t belong. Some even broke things, left them shattered, and walked away without a second thought.

Over time, I didn’t recognize my own space. And worse, I didn’t recognize myself.

But then came a realization, one so profound it felt like the sun breaking through a storm. This real estate isn’t about a physical home or property—it’s about me. I am the foundation. I am the property. And somewhere along the way, I forgot that.

This life, this body, this mind, this soul—it’s mine. It wasn’t built for others to rearrange or diminish. Yes, people will come by, and some will want to stay longer than they should. But I’ve learned that not everyone deserves a key to my space. Not everyone has earned the right to step beyond my threshold.

The property I own is not for sale. The real estate within me was never for rent. It wasn’t meant to be leased to family, friends, associates, or anyone else. Visitors can come by and say hello, admire the beauty from afar, but they do not get to stay and take over.

You see, I’ve discovered my worth. I’ve realized that this property was valuable all along—I just didn’t know it. But now, I do.

So, I’m taking my property off the market. I’m renovating this real estate. The walls will be painted with colors that reflect my soul. The furniture will be arranged to my liking. And I will no longer allow anyone to dictate how I live within my own space.

And if someone ever dares to ask, “You have a beautiful home. Is it for sale?” I’ll smile politely and say, “Did you see a sign outside? No? Then I believe you just answered your own question.”

My property has real estate. And it’s not just a home; it’s a sanctuary. It’s a testament to my worth, my value, and my unwavering strength.

“You are the foundation of your real estate. Protect it, cherish it, and never let anyone take away what was never theirs to begin with.”