I’m afraid to fly. I’m not afraid to fall.
I’ve fallen so many times before. I perfect failure. It’s my specialty.
Getting back up takes the strongest motivation combined with energy and a strong mental capacity. Do I have any of this stamina left in my heart?
Crawling myself up out of that well; the desolate emptiness calls to me consistently.
I want to give up but I cannot tip-toe the line of the pursuit of happiness and the pursuit of emptiness.
It’s time I cracked down and took a step forward. I’m standing still and watching the days pass me by, it’s not the life I ever wished for. Depression, chronic pain, they are swallow me whole.
There is still this drive in me to succeed. I want to love and I want to live. I want to get out of bed and taste experiences, the rare days that I was able to greet the sunshine with open arms.
I want to be inspired and to be inspiring. I yearn to write, to record the misgivings and the struggles of the beaten and the damned.
I can’t waste my days bed-ridden and defeated any more.
Thank you to my loyal readers. I love you all so much and I enjoy this little community that I have been growing online. If it weren’t for the support of my family, my boyfriend, and you readers, I’d still be wasting my days, not pursuing my dreams. If I want to succeed, I must crack down. I’m going to spend my days writing. Blogs, my short stories, my poems. Applying for freelance jobs and entering contests.
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