These past few weeks, I’ve been clinging and holding on to something, and at the same time trying to achieve something, struggling to do something great.
I can compare my recent endeavors to a ladder. A ladder towards to the highest indefinite point, which I can say is success together with relaxation and freedom. Imagine being on top of a ferris wheel, what a view, right? Right.
I’ve been hanging on, hoping that I’ll be okay at the end. I’ve been hoping that I’d push through this chaos and mess, through this struggle to climb. I’m afraid that I might give up and release my hold on the ladder and fall, fall into the depth of depression and the hell of sadness.
"Fear will do one thing and one thing only: hold you back," someone said. And I won’t let it overcome me. I am hanging on, relying in my faith that I won’t fall. I can go through this all.
I am holding on,
Despite the pain and pressure,
I can climb up, up.
I am brave.
This too shall pass.