And so life goes on. You lift yourself up and carry on.
It’s surely just a little set back.
I can’t let myself down by only this.
Then another one comes, and another.
You keep going, sometimes you don’t even know how you put one foot in front of the other, but you don’t give in.
And when you think you reached a point, where nothing worse can come…It can.
A bigger challenge comes your way.
You try to dodge it.
You think because you’re already crawling, not being able to stand it won’t hit you.
But it does.
Try not to think about the setbacks and challenges life has been throwing at me the last three years.
Yes, three years of roughness.
But I am so tired of getting back up again and not having peace, serenity, prosperity, progress.
I know the first incident was the biggest blow. And I had so many victories after that.
But it keeps coming back.
Countless. Countless challenges and I’m so sick of it.
But, if you meet me, if you see me across the street, if you sit by my side on the train, you’d say all is going well and that I’m super happy with how things are going.
And that is not because I’m wearing a mask, or hiding.
That’s because I’m a survivor, I’m a fighter and I believe in small winnings and that one day, one day it will calm down and I’ll start to get there.