It is tiresome. Extremely. But quitting is dying. Is giving up on ourselves, on tomorrow. On something better, that we personally may not be able to enjoy, but nonetheless worthy of our toilling.
We have been played and toyed with, told we are worthless, small, a nothing. But we are not.
I can’t solve your personal problems but I can emphatize with you, with your tiredness, your frustration, your anger, your sadness, your whatever. Because I am as human as you and I do not want you to feel alone. I can be as bad or worst than you but right now you need more than myself to know there are others in the world that feel as you feel.
You are not alone.
It hurts. Its hard. But you are alive and that by itself is better than not be alive. If we lay down and quit, we lose ourselves. We matter.
If I don’t quit, they win too. It’s easy for you to tell me not to quit.
Fine. You want to quit? Do it.
Fine. You want to act like what I’m doing is easy because you already got yours? You’re already doing it.
Good. I don’t also want you to quit.
It is tiresome. Extremely. But quitting is dying. Is giving up on ourselves, on tomorrow. On something better, that we personally may not be able to enjoy, but nonetheless worthy of our toilling.
We have been played and toyed with, told we are worthless, small, a nothing. But we are not.
I can’t solve your personal problems but I can emphatize with you, with your tiredness, your frustration, your anger, your sadness, your whatever. Because I am as human as you and I do not want you to feel alone. I can be as bad or worst than you but right now you need more than myself to know there are others in the world that feel as you feel.
You are not alone.
It hurts. Its hard. But you are alive and that by itself is better than not be alive. If we lay down and quit, we lose ourselves. We matter.
I wish it were possible to internalize this.