There are times when it feels like the whole world is against you. You fall, you get back up. You fall again, harder than before but somehow you manage to stand on your feet again. You doubt yourself, you contemplate, you become your own worst enemy and yet you continue to stand, and deal with what’s in front of you.
At times you try to run away but you realize that it only makes things more difficult. One obstacle becomes two. The more you run the more you have to face. You wonder if there’s even a point of turning around, of charging through the mess you’ve made. Anything seems better than what you’re going through now.
You can either face the monsters you’ve created or you can continue to run from them. It’s not easy brushing yourself off every time, standing up to fight. How many times can a person get back in the ring? How many mountains can someone climb? How far can we run? It’s difficult to tell.