Everyday is an uphill battle, every stream a journey, and every hill is steepest near the peak. At the end of each battle, we get to rest. A momentary bliss before the next hill, a new peak, and after we’ve suffered enough, surmounted all our peaks, we get to rest forever.
So march-on through the black, for fear is an illusion, and strength is more than how you survive. It’s how you live.
When it’s quiet, well, that’s when it’s prudent to worry. It’s easy to lose oneself to the silence, that cascading cadence that manages a roar louder than any heart could take. No mind won’t break, when faced with the Nothing.
Yeah, okay, I get it. I hope you find someone who helps you love yourself as much as I loved you.
I’m trying to find that place inside myself, that thing, that makes me feel like what I’m doing matters. That’s the thing that burns away the pain.