Things are not Easy

For quite some time, I have been pushing my emotions away, I needed to or else it would not be just me who would suffer.

Time and time again I tried to be that person that I needed to be, I needed to play a certain role but along with playing that role came consequences. For quite some time I have been trying to be strong to be that wall that nobody could break but as the days and moments passed I realized that I could not have the best of both worlds. I cannot please everyone but I had to at least try to reconcile differences.

I always was steadfast in my belief that the path I chose is and forever will be a gift worth taking a chance for, this never changed. Amid everything that has happened in the past few months, I still do believe that it is a gift that I would repeatedly take a chance for.

It is not easy and I think that it will never be easy, there will always that irrational part of me, the part that would so conveniently give up.

I am now once again at the crossroads thinking should I continue or should I just stop, but as I contemplate the possibility of giving up I remember the promise I made to the people who became huge parts of my life. I owe it to them and more importantly I owe it to myself to be the best that I can be. I need to be strong and I need to be steadfast nobody ever won by being afraid and quitting.

As I continue on with the path that I have chosen, I just say

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

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