The Voice of One, but All

What motivates you to get through the day? Is it the fear of failing? Or the need to support your family? Or is it simply the joy of life that pushes you to the finish line every day?

   There's not a single person that I know of who isn't dealing with a problem at every moment, every hour, every minute, every second of their life. Even the ones who seem the most successful, or even the happiest. No matter the size, everyone carries a weight on their shoulders.

   The person next to you, however bright and shiny their smile could be, might have an underlying weight so crucial and straining that if you tried placing yourself in their shoes, you'll end up finding yourself toppling over, crawling for a pocket of fresh air in a world that sees nothing but smoke. Sometimes the weight gets so heavy that one can only wonder how that person isn't dropping dead on the floor. But they are, not dead per say, but on the floor they are. They're on the ground, lurching forward even if they're moving slower than others—one hand clawing past the other with one foot planted against the earth, propelling the other leg a few inches, maybe only one, or maybe even none. But they're not dead. They haven't given up. Although somedays it does feel like they're dying. Somedays they even contemplate giving up, but they never do. Why?

   Because giving up is scary. Sorry, giving up before accomplishing anything in life is scary. Sorry again, dying, before accomplishing anything in life is scary.

   The majority of you guys are struggling on a daily basis, and maybe even feel anger towards the other people who on the outside, look as though they're breezing through life in graceful speed. And true it may be. It's possible that they've faced less obstacles and were blessed with an overall easier life. It's possible that they never faced the harsh experiences that you have. It's even possible that they don't even understand what it means to truly struggle in this society of ours. How incredibly lucky they are. Why were you, selected to go down this rough, arduous path? Why couldn't you have been the lucky one? Well, ladies and gentlemen, you are in fact, the lucky one. You struck the jackpot and hit every single lottery number. The ones you hate, haven't been given the experiences you've faced. They haven't hardened their spiritual core like you have. They haven't stared "struggle" in the face and said the words, "fuck you life," and kept moving forward. They haven't become as strong and powerful like you have.

   Every experience you've came across so far—good and bad—has shaped who you are today. If you believe those experiences have twisted your character into a being you're disgusted by, or dislike, then put forth every muscle fiber in your body to get up off the ground and stand tall and run forward like the ones you cursed for having an easier life. The experiences you've been forced to face in the past do not decide how your life will be in the end.

   Life is ever-changing.

   Only you, the owner of your destiny, has the right to decide whether you live life to the fullest, or crumble down because the weight was too much.

   "You deserve better."

   I, myself, do not plan to fail. It's not even an option in my future. But how about yours?