Persistence is something that can only be learned through hardships. You make the world a better place. Your future is going to be worth fighting for. Every single success story begins with adversity. Nothing lasts forever. When you give up on your dreams, you give up on yourself. Look what he became. The beginning is always the hardest. Coca-Cola only sold 25 bottles in its first year. For every reason you have to quit, there are 10 reasons to keep going.
You have the abilities to be successful. Every single person on this earth deserves happiness and success—including you. Failure leads to success, as long as you learn from it. Every single problem has a solution.
Find it. There is always help. Always, always, always. Struggle gives life meaning. People will want to know how you reached success. The more struggles, the more interesting the story becomes. Share me! Like this: Like Loading Published by Julia Ish. Next post How to be open-minded. Thank you Like Liked by 1 person. Thank you. I needed this at this moment. Loved this post! It was just the kind of pick-me-up I needed!
Share your thoughts Cancel reply Enter your comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email Address never made public. Follow Following. Keep Going, Keep Growing Join other followers. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. I thought my suicidal ideation was a historical part of my existence. Tonight, I sat in the bath watching the water trickle down from the faucet and all I could think was how easy it would be to watch the blood trickle down my arms into the water instead.
I thought of how easy it would be to drift away into nothingness. I thought of how easy it would be to not have to get up every morning to face another day of emptiness. I thought of the peace I would have if I were no longer afraid all the time and how wonderful it would be to be free from the prison of my mind. But I sometimes long for something other than what I am. I long for a feeling of safety and security.
I long to feel loved and cherished, not used and abused. I know what you want. I want it too. You want someone to love you, someone to care, someone to tell you everything will be okay. You want those adults who abused you to think twice before they steal your innocence and your ability to feel.
You want someone to care, and it seems as if there is no amount of caring that will fill the empty hole in your heart, and no matter how hard you try to fill it up yourself it only goes halfway and then starts slipping back to empty. Every day is a struggle to survive. At some point the things that kept you going have become meaningless. The life you have lived for so many years was just a struggle to survive.
Today you are at a point where nothing means anything. You feel nothing. You want to give up. You want to no longer exist. You want to stop being. The endless negative thoughts swirl around in your brain compelling you to end everything. The hope for the future subsides to a dulling ache keeping you going every day. You stare at the television knowing you are wasting your life, but are incapable to get off the couch and get outside. Most days I want to give up.
But the human spirit is powerful. The desire to live is a strongly held need that keeps you in this world. There is always something that I hope for. I hope for change. I hope for strength. I hope for love. I hope for caring. What does hope mean? To me hope means not giving up. It means constantly seeking a new way. It means looking deep inside to find what exactly it is that seems lacking. When you are loved, then you are lovable.
When you are left behind, you are unlovable. Until then, you are worthless. I have a friend who has told me for more than a decade now that she is exhausted. She is always sure that external conditions around her need to change for her to be happy.
As long as you imagine that the outside world will one day deliver to you the external rewards you need to feel happy, you will always perceive your survival as exhausting and perceive your life as a long slog to nowhere.
Instead, you have to savor the tiny struggles of the day: The cold glass of water after a long run. The hot bath after hours of digging through the dirt. The satisfaction of writing a good sentence, a good paragraph. Savoring these things requires tuning in to your feelings, and it requires loving yourself instead of shoving your nose into your own question marks hour after hour, day after day. You are not lost. You are here.
Stop abandoning yourself. Stop repeating this myth about love and success that will land in your lap or evade you forever. Build a humble, flawed life from the rubble, and cherish that. There is nothing more glorious on the face of the earth than someone who refuses to give up, who refuses to give in to their most self-hating, discouraged, disillusioned self, and instead learns, slowly and painfully, how to relish the feeling of building a hut in the middle of the suffocating dust.
This time, I want you to work hard just to enjoy the work and to breathe and sometimes just to sweat and suffer. I want you to be right here for a change. Not focused on some moment in the future when everything turns to gold or turns to dust.
I want you to look around you as you work, and see that it is brilliant and glistening and you are at the center of everything right here, right now, all alone. If you can learn to be where you are, without fear, then sooner than you know it, your life will quite naturally be filled with more love and more wonder than you can possibly handle.
These are those terrible days, those gorgeous days, when you first learned to breathe and stand alone without fear, to believe not in finish lines but in the race itself. Your legs are aching and your heart is pounding and the world is electric.
All that matters is this moment, right now. This is the moment you learn to be here, to feel your limbs, to feel your full heart, to realize, for the first time, just how lucky you are.
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