Hey, the one fighting too hard,
I know, and I understand what you must be feeling like, trust me. You might think you're the only one to be bestowed upon a shower of adversities, but that's not the case, not yet, sweetheart.
Are you reckoning the idea of running away to some place where nobody knows even a piece of you? Because you think that would help bring you peace? I know, because I do, too.
But we both know the option is barely achievable. So, what now?
Do you also question the righteousness of your actions, every time you take a peek in the room of your sabotaged wishes? How does it go?
Have you started to picture yourself as a non-existent entity yet? A 'ghost' in the crowd of many, so many detached people, passing by and through you, and not caring to stop and look back. Have you, yet? Oh, I did but it didn't help much. Neither with the escaping nor with the staying. What if you end up the same as well? What then?
Stop whatever you're doing and sit down. Have a glass of water if you want to. Close your eyes, calm your breath, and think.
You wish everything becomes 'right' and 'normal' one fine day, but has that happened yet?You think escaping is the rescue but wouldn't that bring guilt along? Can you get down that much and deal with it? The thought of your crushed wishes angers you, but isn't there anything left to hold onto, to not let go? Isn't there anything such, really?
It's not gonna get 'happily ever after' in the blink of an eye, my friend. It never has. Your failure thrives upon your fear and incapability of choosing to try. Do choose to try, at least. Even for the nth time. Unless you do, you would never know which could have been the last, you would assume one to be the last. Try while you still can, while you have all your senses and strength intact, while you still have time. Nothing has waited for you this long and nothing will. Try until you do not 'sweat'. Try until no matter how tiny, but every single possibility is exhausted. Try until death comes knocking at your door. So when it asks you if you're ready, you can say yes, looking it in the eye.
Now, resume your work.
I know, and I understand what you must be feeling like, trust me. You might think you're the only one to be bestowed upon a shower of adversities, but that's not the case, not yet, sweetheart.
Are you reckoning the idea of running away to some place where nobody knows even a piece of you? Because you think that would help bring you peace? I know, because I do, too.
But we both know the option is barely achievable. So, what now?
Do you also question the righteousness of your actions, every time you take a peek in the room of your sabotaged wishes? How does it go?
Have you started to picture yourself as a non-existent entity yet? A 'ghost' in the crowd of many, so many detached people, passing by and through you, and not caring to stop and look back. Have you, yet? Oh, I did but it didn't help much. Neither with the escaping nor with the staying. What if you end up the same as well? What then?
Stop whatever you're doing and sit down. Have a glass of water if you want to. Close your eyes, calm your breath, and think.
You wish everything becomes 'right' and 'normal' one fine day, but has that happened yet?You think escaping is the rescue but wouldn't that bring guilt along? Can you get down that much and deal with it? The thought of your crushed wishes angers you, but isn't there anything left to hold onto, to not let go? Isn't there anything such, really?
It's not gonna get 'happily ever after' in the blink of an eye, my friend. It never has. Your failure thrives upon your fear and incapability of choosing to try. Do choose to try, at least. Even for the nth time. Unless you do, you would never know which could have been the last, you would assume one to be the last. Try while you still can, while you have all your senses and strength intact, while you still have time. Nothing has waited for you this long and nothing will. Try until you do not 'sweat'. Try until no matter how tiny, but every single possibility is exhausted. Try until death comes knocking at your door. So when it asks you if you're ready, you can say yes, looking it in the eye.
Now, resume your work.
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