Maybe you were not meant to have an easy life and that explains all the dark tunnels you’ve had to fumble your way out of.
How it always seems that you are constantly reaching but never attaining
Like your baggage is a ton more weighty than gravity can defy. It seems like you always have to defend your choices because even after being so adroit and meticulous, you end up just in the middle of the storm with no room for cowardice.
Or how else do you explain the loneliness of your walk? The bleakness of your path; yet the light and courage you emblazon even ‘compass-less’, even as a wanderer you still find your way.
On lost grounds you are a pioneer. It seems so frustrating the incredible strength you still have to pull through. Despite the rubble; you constantly find yourself beneath.
You think it is easy? Try walking another path thinking just because it was not meant for you, you won’t shine through.
Guess what? You are cursed with blessedness. The sooner you resign to the fact that you are great even in the midst of the battle. You are strong even at your weakest. You are normal even in your anomaly. The sooner you understand that still; you’d rise, fall after fall.
Every countless time, you’d be dauntless because you are where you were meant to be all along. When it all keeps crashing down; like in the middle of what you think was suppose to be the edifice of your struggle, remember that’s your journey and only you can walk it.
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